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

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be well.  Enjoy!

Part I

	Carolyn Lord knew it was going to a bad day the moment Mr. Brandon, the 
senior law partner, walked into her corner cubical at Nine that Friday morning.  
He was one of the original founders of the law firm where she worked for the last 
five years as a paralegal secretary, Brandon, Fields, and O'Connor.  In his late 
seventies, he now spent most of his time wandering aimlessly around the various 
offices, and talking of old times at every opportunity.  He had been quite good in 
a courtroom in his day, but his courtroom days were long past.  At the moment he 
was parked in the chair located in front of Carolyn's desk, a very bad sign 
indeed, because that meant her morning was just about shot.
	It was obvious that the old man had taken a liking towards her and was 
always looking for an excuse to be around her.  Not that he tried to get "fresh" 
or anything, she had problems enough with the younger partners and associates 
about things like that.  No, Carolyn was sure that Mr. Brandon was far too much a 
gentleman of the old school to try anything like that, or even think of it for 
that matter.  He just liked to talk to her for extended periods of time and that 
always played havoc with her well-planned work schedule.
	She liked the old gentleman and wouldn't think of hurting his feelings by 
asking him to leave, even if he wasn't the senior partner.  So, as Mr. Brandon 
droned on, Carolyn put an attentive look on her face and tried to sneak in as much 
work as possible.  She thought about her main concern for the day, getting ready 
for a major client conference this Saturday (it figures).  Then there was her 
upcoming evening with Tiffany.  She couldn't decide which was going to be worse:  
being at work on yet another weekend or going to a party with Tiffany.
	Carolyn Lord first met the 18-year old Tiffany Goodbody when she appeared as 
if by magic in front of her desk six weeks ago.  Tiffany was part of a freshman 
job orientation program the firm had arranged with a local college, and Carolyn to 
her horror had been designated as her sponsor.  Her schedule was busy enough 
without having to baby-sit someone.
	It did not help matters that Carolyn disliked her at first sight.  She was 
everything Carolyn was not.  A classic American beauty, outgoing and friendly as 
anything, undisciplined, and stupid as a rock.  If she wasn't a cheerleader, she 
should have been with her full head of long, golden hair, innocent big blue eyes 
and pert, athletic figure.  To cap it off, her family was extremely wealthy.  She 
was driving a car (18th birthday present) that, Carolyn noted sourly, would have 
taken her years to save up for, if ever.
	Carolyn Lord was a 30-year old olive-skinned Greek beauty who was from a 
poor family, with parents who were much older than others of her age group.  She 
had strait blue-black hair, which she carefully maintained at just-above shoulder 
length with a slight inward curl at the ends.  She was a delectable 5'6", with a 
firm 34C bust and a beautiful body which she took care of with the same amount of 
care that she used when taking care of her car or her apartment, and for the same 
reasons.  It was hers, it was needed, and that was all that mattered.  She had 
worked herself through legal secretary school, was extremely intelligent, and 
always maintained an impeccable appearance.  She also maintained a very cool if 
not icy reserve that was very hard for anyone, man or woman, to break through, 
although many tried.  As a paralegal, she was considered by those in the firm to 
be the best they had ever seen, and quite indispensable to their operations.
	Tiffany, after a few weeks at the firm, began to hang around with another of 
the paralegals who worked there, a young, full-figured Latin girl named Maria.  
	Carolyn had a problem with Maria.  She had been with the firm for only a 
year, and Carolyn had been her sponsor as well.  From the beginning Maria had gone 
out of her way to cultivate a friendship with the reserved Carolyn, which, after 
several months, Carolyn had finally responded to and they spent time together at 
the occasional weekend lunch or movie.  Carolyn returned to her old ways, however,  
when Maria made a certain invitation to her.  It was then that Carolyn ended their 
friendship.  Maria had told her that she was part of an unusual group of friends 
who met every Friday for a weekend of "girl-games", and that she had told them all 
about her, and now Carolyn had a standing invitation to join them when ever she 
wanted.  Carolyn thanked her and, outside of work, tried to avoid the young woman 
as much as possible from then on.  She wasn't really sure what games Maria was 
talking about, but Carolyn wanted no part of them, whatever they were.  
She always thought it best to maintain a certain distance from those around 
her and this incident just served to confirm what she already knew to be true.
	But now there was Tiffany.  She of course couldn't wait to join Maria's 
group of party animals, and was in fact going to the group's "initiation" this 
Friday.  It was a party at an apartment belonging to a Japanese exchange student 
named Tamiko Suzuki.  But for Carolyn, the maddening thing about it was-- Tiffany 
didn't want to go alone.  She wanted Carolyn to go with her!  She told Carolyn 
that she was really a shy person (Ha!), and had trouble meeting new people.  She 
needed Carolyn along for moral support.
	Not normally a vindictive woman, Carolyn Lord took pity on the insecure 
teenager and, against her better judgment, agreed to attend at least a short part 
of the party with her. 
	She looked at Mr. Brandon still talking away in front of her, and she 
sighed.  
	It was going to be a very long day.

*****

	It was 6:30 that Friday evening when a reluctant Carolyn Lord finally 
arrived with a very nervous Tiffany Goodbody at the modest-looking apartment 
complex where they were to spend the evening.  Inside the lobby, Carolyn was 
surprised to see that it really was a very plush affair, complete with health 
spas, pool, recreation rooms and security.  Not bad for an exchange student, she 
thought.
	As they waiting to gain permission from the front desk for entry into the 
building, Carolyn noticed that all of the people she saw there passing through the 
lobby were rather young, at most in their 30s, and rather expensively dressed.  
She was also surprised to notice that, despite the heavy lobby traffic going past 
the front desk, there weren't any men.  It was only women whom she saw walking 
past her.  Even the staff, including security, were all women as well.  How 
strange.
	They quickly gained permission for entry and proceeded up the silent 
evaluator to the 10th floor.  After walking down the thickly carpeted hallway, 
they finally came to the door of the apartment.  Carolyn, naturally, had to do the 
knocking.
	The door was opened by a short but very attractive young Japanese girl with 
long black hair cascading down her back.  Carolyn was surprised to find the girl 
was wearing a very short silk robe and not much else.  We must be early, she 
thought.  She's not even dressed yet.  
	"Con Nichi Wa,"  the girl said, bowing slightly at the waist.  "Good evening 
and welcome.  I am Tamiko.  You must be Tiffany and her good friend Carolyn.  
We've been waiting for you.  Please come in." 
	"Thank you,"  Carolyn finally said, to cover for Tiffany's nervous silence.
	They entered the large apartment to find the party in full swing.  It was 
evidently a theme party of some kind, because everyone seemed to be wearing just 
very colorful (and brief!) bathing suits.  Everyone that is, except Carolyn and 
Tiffany.  Carolyn had gone to Tiffany's dorm directly from her job at the law 
firm, so she was still in one of her office suits.  Tiffany was in her usual tight 
jeans and pullover.   
	Carolyn felt ridiculously overdressed.  Tiffany had not said a thing about 
the proper attire.  If she had known it was going to be like this, she probable 
wouldn't have come at all.  Well, she'll just leave even earlier than she had 
planned.  She gave it an hour, and that's all.  She wondered if the scatter-
brained Tiffany had known about the bathing suits.
	They were soon surrounded by nine semi-dressed young women, including Maria 
from the firm.  All present were greatly excited about their arrival and greeted 
them warmly.  After looking at all the bare golden flesh in front of her, Carolyn 
noticed with grim amusement that, at 30, she was definitely the oldest woman in 
the room.  And, after watching how everyone was dressed (or rather not dressed) it 
was clear that she was also the only responsible adult as well (although even the 
oldest girl there didn't look much over 20)!  It was just one more thing to thank 
Tiffany for on Monday.  
	After introductions had been exchanged, Carolyn found out to her dismay that 
it was in fact a "pool party" (even though the pool was located in the basement of 
the building and the apartment was on the 10th floor), and that the pool had been 
reserved for their exclusive use later on that evening, from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m..  
But pool or no pool, the girls were all quite insistent that bathing suits were 
obligatory for tonight's festivities.
	"You mean you really didn't bring anything to wear for the party?" asked 
Amber.
	"I'm sorry," Carolyn apologized.  "I didn't know it was going to be like 
this.  Besides, I may not stay all that long anyway, so please don't worry about 
me."
	"But we told Tiffany all about it!"
	"It figures," Carolyn groaned to herself.
	"Well, I just forgot, that's all,"  Tiffany exclaimed, to Carolyn's 
murderous glare.
	Tamiko pushed her way through the crowd to where Carolyn and Tiffany were 
standing, holding some small bits of brightly colored cloth and string. "Since you 
two didn't wear a bathing suit, here are a couple of mine you can use."
	 "I don't think so," Carolyn haughtily replied, looking down with ill-
concealed horror at the terribly revealing two-piece suits Tamiko held up for them 
to wear.  Even if they had been Carolyn's size, which was impossible considering 
how petite Tamiko was, they were still far too small for her.  She always hated 
the idea of exposing her body to anyone, even in her own modest single piece suit.  
Wearing Tamiko's, she would be practically naked in front of these strangers.  Not 
a chance!
	"Tiffany's the one you want.  I'm just a visitor here,"  Carolyn said 
brusquely.  She wanted no misunderstanding about her desire to be included as 
little as possible in tonight's events.
	Tamiko was terribly offended at her rebuffed hospitality (for the Japanese 
take their manners very seriously), especially when done in such an open fashion.  
My turn will come, you proud American bitch, she thought with satisfaction.  A 
vision of Carolyn naked on all fours while being pumped in her beautiful ass with 
a 10-inch dildo flashed through Tamiko's mind.  Content with her thoughts of 
revenge, Tamiko kept her demeanor calm as she turned to Tiffany.
	"Tiffany?  How about you?" she asked, ever the polite host.
	"Gosh, they're really nice, Tamiko," Tiffany gushed with a worried look on 
her face as she looked at the offered suits.  "I know it's a pool party.  But 
maybe a little later, when we go down there, OK?"
	"Sure, honey.  Whatever you want.  Just remember, this initiation is for you 
after all and you're going to have to participate eventually."
	"I know.  And I appreciate being here, really I do." the nervous blonde 
said.  "When will we start the initiation?"
	"You'll find out," Tamiko replied knowingly, and walked away, still holding 
up the unused suits.
	Hiding their disappointment, the girls led their guests into the interior of 
the well-furnished apartment.
	As the party started again, one or another of the girls would offer to get 
Carolyn any type of drink she wanted, but she always declined.  Drinking, she 
felt, was just another way to loose control and she never liked for that to 
happen.  So, she drank only rarely, and then for church or family functions only.  
She never drank at parties!
	However, Tiffany, Carolyn noted with dismay, was accepting every drink she 
could get her hands on.
	The party soon regained its previous momentum and Carolyn lost Tiffany to 
her new friends.  Left alone, Carolyn wandered about the large living room, 
admiring the exquisite oriental art scattered about.  She was surprised to find 
that her hostess had excellent taste.  Perhapse there was more to this girl then 
she thought.  Abruptly, she found herself face to face with a very chagrined 
looking Tamiko.
	Bowing deeply, Tamiko said quietly in her lilting accent, "I came to 
apologize for my rudeness earlier.  It was wrong of me to treat my guests in such 
a fashion.  My poor clothes were obviously not suitable for a person of your  
quality."
	Carolyn was taken aback by the girl's obvious sincerity.  She also realized 
that her own behavior hadn't been exactly Emily Post either.  Here she had come to 
a party, and managed first thing to insult her hostess.  Worse, for Carolyn, was 
that she hadn't even remembered to bring any food, which was a Greek insult in 
itself!  This girl had succeeded in making her feel very guilty indeed.  Now she 
was obligated to make it up to the poor child in some way.
	"No, it was my fault.  Really,"  she said, trying to ease the girl's pain.  
"I can be very foolish sometimes.  Please forgive me.  Let me help in the kitchen 
or something.  Please."
	"No.  You might soil that fine suit."  Tamiko saw Carolyn blush and look 
down at the floor upon hearing that.  Good! Tamiko thought.  Serves her right.
	"Besides," Tamiko continued, "the error was truly mine.  As a token of my 
apology, please take this."  Tamiko held out with both hands a frosted-glass 
filled with ice and a very thick, red liquid.
	"You will find it is the just the thing for a hot summer evening."
	Carolyn carefully took the glass and wondered how she could ask the obvious 
question about alcohol content without offending the girl again.
	Sensing her hesitation, Tamiko said, "This is a favorite of my classmates at 
the school I attended in Japan, before I left for college in America.  My mother 
always served this during their visits to our home.  It is called a Mai Tai."
	Oh, if her mother served it to her school friends, then it must be all 
right, Carolyn thought.  Relieved that she had been able to avoid another mistake, 
Carolyn carefully put the glass to her lips and tentatively sipped the liquid.  
She found it was delicious and very cooling in the warm room.  To cap everything 
off, she could taste no alcohol.  The drink was completely safe.
	"Why, this is marvelous!"
	"Yes, simple but very soothing.  It is after all only a mixture of various 
fruit juices.  But, you must drink deeply for the full effect."
	To Tamiko's satisfaction, Carolyn eagerly did as she was told.  Soon Carolyn 
was holding an empty glass.  She had drained it and hadn't even noticed.  The 
drink was that smooth.  The only problem was, she found that she was still 
thirsty.
	"Could I have another, please?"
	"I think that can be arranged."
	Tamiko brought Carolyn a full pitcher of Mai Tai and then led her to two 
comfortable chairs which faced each other and were located away from the party 
crowd on the far side of the room near the kitchenette.  There, the two of them 
talked on into the night, Tamiko being careful to replenish Carolyn's glass 
whenever it emptied.  
	After about an hour, the party moved over to where Carolyn and Tamiko were 
sitting, when Carolyn learned that Tiffany had finally been talked into wearing 
one of Tamiko's bathing suits.  Great, she thought.  Now I'm really going to be 
over-dressed.
	"The spare suits are in the bathroom," Tamiko directed cooly, with a pointed 
look at Carolyn.  
	The embarrassed Carolyn looked away as, with much collective cheering from 
the other girls, Tiffany left to change in the bathroom.  In ten minutes she 
returned wearing tightly wrapped about her and tied securely with a sash, one of 
Tamiko's short silk robes she found in the bathroom.  In spite of the robe, it was 
obvious to Carolyn that Tiffany was wearing very little underneath.  Two of the 
girls, Fawn and Samantha, took her giggling back into the bathroom and, after much 
shrieking and laughing, returned holding a red-faced Tiffany between them, this 
time without the robe.  Tiffany, in a very tiny black string bikini, was busily 
trying to tie the left side of her small bottoms while the two girls kept her 
moving forward by swatting her on her pert buttocks and slyly pulling on the 
strings.
	"I just don't see the difference, that's all," Tiffany angrily muttered to 
Carolyn, to the latter's delight, as she fought with the short strings (Tamiko had 
cut them so that they were half the standard length) while constantly having to 
turn to avoid hands seeking to smack her barely covered bottom.  "What's the 
problem with a robe, anyway!  I can hardly keep this suit on."  Her breasts shook 
angrily in their too-small cups as she fought with the suit strings and Carolyn 
watched them with a unexpected interest.
	Tiffany's ordeal ended when she finally got her strings to stay tied.  The 
group then departed with the still muttering Tiffany into the kitchen for a fresh 
round of drinks.  Carolyn could soon hear Tiffany laughing with the rest and was 
glad that Tiffany was having fun once again.
	Carolyn was feeling very mellow by now.  She disapproved at the way Tiffany 
had to display herself in the too-small suit (the girl could just get the bottom 
strings to knot, and her breasts were practically spilling out of their cups), but 
found herself enjoying along with the others Tiffany's obvious discomfort.  
Besides, she had felt all along that the only thing Tiffany really needed was a 
good spanking.
	The party drifted back across the room, leaving Tamiko and Carolyn alone 
once more.
	After a time, Carolyn discovered that she was having a wonderful time here.  
Tamiko proved to be an intelligent and highly educated young woman (Carolyn 
couldn't think of her a mere girl anymore) who's tales of her life in Japan proved 
quite fascinating.  To avoid offending Tamiko again, Carolyn made the sacrifice of 
drinking whenever Tamiko re-filled her glass.  It didn't matter to her really.  It 
was after all only an unusually pleasant mix of fruit juices, and she could always 
work off the calories on Saturday.  The strange thing was, no matter how much she 
drank, she always felt a little thirsty.
	Carolyn found herself completely captivated by Tamiko's descriptions of 
Japanese culture.  She had never heard anything like it before, and couldn't hear 
enough about it now.  Tamiko proved to be an excellent guide into this exciting 
new world, and would patiently explain anything that Carolyn asked her about.  The 
normally aloof Carolyn found herself becoming very appreciative of this young 
oriental.
	As the evening wore on, Tamiko began to talk of various Japanese dating and 
marriage customs.  To Carolyn's surprise, the exchange student then went on to 
calmly describe in intimate detail the sex life of a young Japanese woman. 
	Normally, Carolyn would be horrified at this kind of talk, yet tonight she 
felt strangely detached about the whole thing.  Tamiko made it all seem so normal, 
as they sat there in a living room full of half-naked people while she talked of 
things that Carolyn would have had trouble even thinking about to herself, let 
alone discuss openly with another person.  Still, she knew that such talk was 
really not for her.  It was only her desire not to once again offend this sincere 
young woman that kept her seated, and not jump up and leave the apartment 
immediately.  Besides, what Tamiko was telling her, however Carolyn personally 
felt about it, was obviously of cultural and even religious importance to this 
young person, so Carolyn, taking another big gulp of her soothing and ever present 
Mai Tai, was determined not to do anything to cause offense.  Besides, it was 
getting just a little interesting.
	If only she weren't so explicit, Carolyn thought.  It was like being there, 
watching these terrible things happening.  Worse, as Tamiko went remorselessly on 
and on, Carolyn began to feel as if what the girl was describing was being done to 
her, personally.  Her mind reeled at the verbal images spoken by this calm 
beautiful Oriental girl sitting in front of her.  As the girl went from sexual 
practice to sexual practice, Carolyn wondered if it was starting to affect her.  
She noticed that the room was becoming increasing warm.  Worse, she was finding 
her body becoming uncomfortably warm.  Her face was becoming flush.  Her heart was 
beating very fast and she was practically panting, her breath had gotten so fast.  
She could feel the beads of sweat forming on her forehead under her hair line.  
She was starting to sweat inside her clothes, too.  A trickle of moisture was 
forming between her confined breasts and starting to run down her stomach, while 
she could feel another one was going down the small of her back.  In fact, her 
clothes were becoming very confining to her.  How odd, she thought.  This suit had 
always been such a good fit before.  If only she could get out of her office 
clothes and into something more comfortable, then she would feel much better.
	Tamiko saw the effect her talk and the Mai Tais were having on the proud 
American bitch as she continued with her verbal seduction of the unsuspecting 
woman.
	 In hope of distracting herself from Tamiko's increasingly graphic 
descriptions, Carolyn looked around for any sign of Tiffany.  Across the room, she 
saw that Tiffany had become quite drunk (the little fool) and had lost the top to 
her suit,  her conical breasts now completely exposed.  Fortunately, no one seemed 
to mind Tiffany's semi-nudity.  
	Carolyn found to her surprise that she herself wasn't really upset about it 
either, even when she saw that the other girls with Tiffany were even now in the 
process of joining the silly girl's exposed condition.  In fact, she felt very 
relaxed about it, even a little intrigued.  She never realized before just how 
sexy Tiffany truly was, and the other girls as well, as they paraded around in 
their childish semi-nudity.  But, when children start taking their clothes off at 
a party, she knew that it was a bad sign.  At least there were no guys here to 
cause trouble.  With only the girls here, Carolyn knew that everyone was perfectly 
safe, including her.  Still, it would soon be time for her to be leaving, before 
the kids things really got out of hand.
	But to her surprise she did not want to go.  Tamiko had placed her 
completely at ease.  Carolyn had never felt this relaxed before, anywhere.  It was 
wonderful.  It was almost as if she were floating in the chair.  She found the 
lilting voice with its faint musical accent very mellow, soothing, almost 
hypnotic.  The words no longer seemed to matter, all that nasty talk about sex did 
not bother her at all any longer, although she felt warm, and, well, a bit 
anxious, but about what she could not say.  She could listen to that wonderful 
voice flow through her mind for hours and hours.
	But something in Tomiko's voice changed and Carolyn began to pay attention 
again.  She thought she heard the young woman say, "Now, observe," and sit up in 
her chair.  How interesting.  She must be about to give me some sort of 
demonstration.
	"The Sukmeuki Technique is especially favored in Japan.  In it, the woman's 
nipples are delicately and rhythmically sucked on, like this."  To Carolyn's mild 
discomfort, Tamiko then pursed her lips and began what looked like a slow, gentle 
sucking motion.  Then to her horror, she felt her own nipples respond as if they 
were actually being used by this girl who was still seated across from her!  Each 
time she saw Tamiko do a sucking motion with her lips and cheeks, she felt herself 
lean forward and her sensitive nipples extend in time with the girl's actions.  Oh 
my God! she thought.  
	Now Carolyn felt very, very warm in her clothes.  Everything seems to have 
shrunk, she thought.  Even her underwear felt as if they were all wrong, though 
she knew everything fitted perfectly this morning.  Her breasts felt as if her bra 
was a size too small, while her nipples had reached diamond hardness.  She tried 
crossing her arms over her chest to provide some relief, but that just irritated 
her nipples even more.  Her pantyhose had become quite uncomfortable, almost 
suffocating underneath her tailored slacks.  The narrow elastic of her panties was 
also giving her trouble, cutting into her increasingly sensitive skin.  She tried 
shifting her hips slightly from time to time, but it didn't help.  Of greater 
trouble, because of her constant shifting, the lose fabric of the chair had worked 
itself up between her thighs and was now pressing on her most private of places.  
Now whenever she moved it just made things worse, for when she moved the fabric 
just pressed even tighter on her vulva.  She could feel it very clearly, in spite 
of all her clothes, and it was becoming very uncomfortable for her.  Yet she found 
it impossible to sit still.  She kept crossing and recrossing her legs, trying 
without success to relieve the unusual pressure building in her vagina.  What was 
happening to her, she wondered?
	Tamiko stopped her demonstration and looked coolly at the condition of her 
latest victim.  Soon, she thought happily.  Soon.  "There is an interesting 
variation to that last technique which I am sure will interest you," she said with 
a cold detachment.
Carolyn Lord watched her hostess, with what she hoped was a look of only 
mild astonishment, as the girl suddenly pursed her lips into a small rose, and 
with her flattening cheeks, indicated a strong sucking action as she looked 
pointedly toward Carolyn's prominent left breast.
	Oh, my God! thought Carolyn.  Why is she looking so openly at my chest?  
Almost as if she were actually focusing her attention on my breasts this time.  
Was this to be another part of her embarrassing sex talk?  Oh my, no!  She can't 
seriously be showing what could possibly be another obscene act to me, could she?
	She wondered heatedly how she could change the subject from Japanese arousal 
techniques (My God! Of all the things to talk about!) without offending her 
charming hostess, when she felt a faint tingling in her left breast.  The feeling 
became more and more pronounced, especially at the tip, around her areola, nipple, 
and the surrounding breast flesh, and became increasingly disturbing to her.  The 
peculiar sensation kept growing until it soon became quite vibrant.  Carolyn was 
stunned.  It was different then the first sensation she had felt.  Now it was 
almost as if someone were actually suckling the entire rapidly hardening tip of 
her left breast!
      Tamiko bared her teeth slightly and gently shook her head.  A wide-eyed 
Carolyn was sure she felt her breast shimmy slightly in response in its cup, as if 
it were being held in the student's teeth!  A sudden bizarre tingling sensation in 
her crotch caused her to press her thighs together.
	Carolyn looked about her wildly, but there was no one even close to where 
she and Tamiko were sitting.  She quickly folded her arms protectively over her 
chest, but the now-rhythmic pull on her diamond-hard nipple and swelling breast 
continued.  The girl shook her head once again and an amazed Carolyn could feel 
her breast shake even more than before.  How was this possible?
	Worse, whenever Tamiko's tongue flicked in a slow, deliberate manner over 
her pursed lips, Carolyn could feel her nipple and surrounding flesh being bathed 
in warm liquid.  At those times her eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly at 
the exquisite sensation.  She could only sit dumbfounded as her body continued to 
inexplicably react to the strange actions of the young oriental girl seated across 
from her.
	Carolyn knew that it just couldn't be happening.  There must be some 
rational explanation, there must be!  She was sitting fully dressed in a room full 
of other women (children, really), attending a party.  Yet, the way her body was 
reacting, she might as well have been naked and alone with Tamiko in some bedroom.  
Carolyn shivered at the thought, although she couldn't understand why such an 
outrageous idea could affect her in such a way.
	As suddenly as they started, the incredible sensations coming from her left 
breast ceased.  Carolyn sighed with relief.  At last it is over!  She lowered her 
arms from her chest and took a very long drink from her cool and comforting Mai 
Tai.  That drink is so good it's almost sinful, she thought gratefully.
	She looked up and saw with dismay that Tamiko was now looking at her right 
breast.
	"Oh, no", Carolyn whispered.  "Not again."
Tamiko again pursed her lips and the now-familiar sucking sensation soon 
engulfed the entire tip of Carolyn's right breast.
	After seemingly ages of continuous torment of her right nipple, Tamiko 
started alternately to look from breast to breast.  Carolyn's entire chest now 
felt as if it was constantly being sucked and licked.
	Her whole body was starting to respond to this weird, almost supernatural 
stimulation.  Sweat was breaking out ever more freely along her hair line and 
along her upper lip.  Her mouth felt very dry and she was continuously having to 
lick her equally dry lips with her tongue, even at the risk of spoiling her 
carefully applied lipstick.
	Carolyn grew to anticipate the stimulation, and she was soon unconsciously 
rocking back and forth in her chair in time with Tamiko's movements.  
	Watching the proud woman's movements, Tamiko suddenly stopped her 
demonstration, but if Carolyn noticed she gave no sign.  She continued to lean 
forward and back as the memory of her tingling breasts remained with her.
	Tamiko wondered at the incredible sensuality this cold woman must have 
buried deep within her.  Her remote-stimulus technique rarely had had such an 
effect on a victim.  She couldn't wait to try it on a much more personal area of 
the proud woman's body- her cunt!
	"Carolyn, my dear, are you all right?" she asked, placing her right hand on 
Carolyn's left knee.
	At the unaccustomed touch, Carolyn snapped back from her dream-like state.  
She realized ruefully that Tamiko had been talking to her all along and all she 
could think about like some slut was the strange feelings she had been getting in 
her breasts.  My God, I must be losing my mind, she thought.
	"I'm sorry.  What did you say?"
	"That technique I just showed you is easily adapted to other areas of the 
body.  For example, an especially effective location has always been the lower 
area of the..."
	A startling crash sounded from across the room, followed by a loud drunken 
"Oops!" from Tiffany.  Tamiko turned with an uncharacteristic look of annoyance 
toward the sound.
	Carolyn used the moment to try and rise unsteadily to her feet.  She had a 
sick feeling of what Tamiko was going to show her next and the very idea disgusted 
her completely.  She had been polite to this demure Oriental sex maniac long 
enough.  
	Now it was time for her to go!
	As she began to make her good-byes to Tamiko, she stood up, only to quickly 
sit back down again.  
	"Wow!" she exclaimed.  "What happened?  My head feels like it's floating."
	"You stood up too fast, silly," Tamiko said as she left her chair to kneel 
in front of the dazed Carolyn's feet.  "You must be more careful.  Here, let me 
help you."
	Tamiko placed an arm around Carolyn's waist and helped the shaken woman to 
slowly stand.
	"Now, isn't that better?"
	"Yes, thank you.  Still a little shaky, though."
	"Well, it has gotten very warm in here.  That's probably what you are 
feeling.  You'll be fine when you get outside."
	"Yes, you're right.  But, I really need to use your bathroom before I go."
	"Yes, of course.  Please come this way."
	Tamiko led Carolyn back through the living room past the partiers, to the 
door of the guest bathroom located at the entrance hall.  As they were walking, 
Carolyn could notice a distinct squishy feeling between her legs.  Oh my, she 
thought.  I must have to go even worse that I thought.
	"Here you go.  Oh, by the way.  We are just about to start Tiffany's 
initiation.  I know it doesn't seem like it, but it truly is a very important 
occasion and I would be honored if you would stay for it.  It shouldn't last more 
than 20 minutes.  We'll begin just as soon as you are done here.  OK?"
	At the moment, Carolyn could only think of her bursting bladder.  She had 
long ago lost track on the countless Mai Tai's she had consumed.  She would agree 
to anything to be able to use the toilet.  Besides, she had appreciated the time 
Tamiko had spent with her and wanted to do something in return for the young 
woman.
	"OK, Tamiko.  And thank you very much for inviting me."
	Carolyn then dashed gratefully into the small bathroom and quickly shut the 
door, just in case Tamiko had something else she wanted to tell her!

Part II

	Once the door to the restroom was safely closed, Carolyn wasted no time in 
trying to set the lock, but to her surprise the door had none.  Damn it!  She knew 
that she was in no condition to find another bathroom, so she just had to hope for 
the best as she started to rapidly unbutton her suit jacket.  
	She slipped her jacket off and hung it carefully on a hanger located behind 
the bathroom door.  When she turned for the toilet she got a good look at her self 
in the mirror over the sink.
	"Oh my God.  I'm a mess."  Her once crisp blouse was now soaked with sweat, 
and her hair was practically plastered to her head with the stuff.  Hopping about 
the tiny room in her anxiety, she quickly pulled her blouse out of the waistband 
of her slacks and started to unbutton that as well.  Her fingers fairly flew over 
the front of her blouse and it soon joined her jacket on another hanger on the 
door.
	In the mirror she saw that her upper body was absolutely dripping with sweat 
(what the hell was the matter with her tonight?) and realized that there was 
nothing for it but that the bra had to come off too.  Reaching behind her, she 
unfastened the retaining strap and just let the bra slip off her shoulders and 
fall to the floor.
	"Oh, to hell with it", she muttered as she slipped off her shoes, unfastened 
her belt and slacks, and pushed her slacks hastily to the floor.  She quickly 
grabbed the waistband of her pantyhose and pulled both them and her panties 
completely off.  Almost frantic now, she kicked the pile of clothes at her feet 
into a corner and flew to the toilet.  Scrabbling at the lid, she managed to lift 
it and plop her hips down on the seat in one fluid motion.  And not a split second 
too soon, either!
	"Aaahhh," Carolyn sighed as a torrent of urine pored from her bladder into 
the bowl.  When she was finally finished, she went to wipe herself, and discovered 
to her surprise that her pubic area was sopping wet with vaginal secretions.  
	As she carefully cleaned herself, she gave the room a quick look.  She saw 
that it was a very small guest restroom with space for one or at most two people.  
There was just a commode, a sink, a full length counter top, and some cabinets and 
drawers beneath it.  
	She reached down for the tangle of clothes she had left on the floor and was 
surprised to find that the crotchband on her panties was actually soaked through 
by vaginal fluids!  Now what was she suppose to do?  She couldn't wear them like 
that.  She certainly couldn't put them in her purse, that was still in the living 
room somewhere.  The idea of keeping her soiled underwear in one of her suit 
jacket pockets didn't make her very happy, either.  She looked in the cabinet 
under the sink and found a small portable hair dryer.  So, she would soak the 
panties in the sink while she cleaned herself, and then quickly dry them with the 
hair dryer.  
	Carolyn washed her hands, then filled the sink with warm water.  She took a 
wash cloth and placed it in the sink for a moment, then rung out most of the water 
from it. She placed her panties in next, trying to rub out any of her embarrassing 
juices from the material before leaving it in the sink to soak.
	She then used the damp wash cloth and, starting on her face, tried to 
quickly wipe as much of the sweat off of her body as she could under the 
circumstances.  Looking at herself in the mirror, she supposed that she must 
present quite a sight, being completely naked in this small, public room.  She 
thought of wrapping herself in a bath towel, but the room only contained hand 
towels and wash cloths.  So, naked she was and, until she finished, naked she 
would remain.  Well, it would just be for a few minutes, anyway, she thought.
	"Please, God, let no one come in," she prayed reverently as she quickly 
continued her ablutions.
	After she cleaned herself to her satisfaction of sweat and her other more 
private secretions, she used the hair dryer on her blouse and bra, so that at 
least they wouldn't be damp any more.  She finally pulled the plug in the sink, 
and squeezed as much water out of her panties as possible.  She was really 
hurrying now.  She knew that someone could come bursting into the room at any 
moment to use the facilities and that she had not a second to loose.
	Impatient to be completed, Carolyn placed the dryer on its highest setting.  
She dried her light-weight panties quickly, playing the hair dryer's nozzle 
especially over her crotchband, in order to be sure she wouldn't have that 
terrible squishy feeling between her legs for the remainder of the evening.
	Without waiting to turn the dryer off, she placed it on the counter and 
swiftly stepped into her panties.  Finally, she thought, I can get dressed again 
as she pulled them up her shapely legs.  It was too late that she realized that 
the elastic was much warmer then she was used to, and what that might mean for the 
rest the material.  
	The effect of the very hot crotchband on Carolyn's already stimulated body 
was electric!
	"POOCH!" she gasped, when the super-heated material came into contact with 
her surprisingly sensitive vulva. Carolyn was staggered by the sensation.  She 
quickly bent over, her breasts dangling freely under her as she placed her hands 
between her tightly pressed thighs, palms together, pushing upwards to try and 
relieve the incredible sensations radiating from her poor vagina.
	Behind her, over the blasting of the hair dryer, she heard a fast knock and 
then the bathroom door  opened.  Oh, no! she thought.  Not now!   Carolyn was 
unable to move or even speak until the storm of sensation she accidentally 
unleashed within her finally quieted down some.  For the moment, she was helpless.
	Whoever was behind her didn't say a word.  The person just stood there.
	"Oh, my poor dear.  What on Earth is wrong?" she finally heard Tamiko say.  
To Carolyn's relief she heard the door quickly closed, but then she felt Tamiko's 
hand on the center of her back.  Remembering her undressed state, she covered her 
dangling breasts with her crossed arms, but she found she still couldn't 
straighten up or speak.  The feelings coming from her panty-heated vagina were 
still too intense.
	
	After drinking in the sight of Carolyn Lord's drum-tight panties stretched 
over the most perfect set of buttocks she had ever seen, Tamiko reached across the 
bent-over woman and picked up the still roaring hair dryer.  She knew exactly what 
had happened to her because she (and the others) had been watching the woman 
through a special two-way mirror ever since she came into the room.
	"Carolyn," she called, "Why is this dryer on?  Was your hair wet?"
	Carolyn was terribly distressed.  Not only had she been caught in this 
ridiculous circumstance, she had been found out using her hostess's hair dryer on 
her underwear!  
	She could feel her breath coming back and in just a moment she would try 
to...OH MY GOD!    
	Tamiko had pointed the dryer's nozzle at the strip of Carolyn's panties 
running between her thighs!
	Carolyn reflexively jerked forward at the first shocking blast of hot air on 
the backs of her thighs, and had to use her hands to keep from falling forward.  
She ended up completely bent over the commode, her arms wrapped around the piping 
located beneath the toilet's tank, her head and shoulders wedged into the narrow 
space between the commode, its tank, and the counter. Her breasts lay exposed and 
pressed tightly against the cool toilet seat.  Her panty-covered buttocks were 
high in the air over the toilet behind her, with her legs spread out as far as 
possible because the toilet bowl was now between them.  She tried to immediately 
back out but found that the stream of hot air kept driving her forward.  Soon, she 
was wedged in tight.  She couldn't get out!  She was now trapped in front of a 
strange woman with her behind high in the air wearing only her panties!
	It couldn't get any worse.  
	"Help!  I'm stuck!  Get me out of here!" wailed Carolyn.  Then, she felt 
another blast of hot air upon her crotch!  Tamiko must still be holding the dryer 
and Carolyn was right in the way.  She tried desperately to escape this 
inadvertent manipulation of her privates, but she couldn't.  No matter how 
frantically she moved and jerked her hips, it was as if her burning crotch was 
always right in front of the relentless dryer.
	"The switch must be stuck from being too long at the high setting.  It does 
that sometimes.  It will take me a moment to fix it," Tamiko shouted over the roar 
of the dryer.
	"I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to leave it on! Turn it off!!  Hurry, please!"  
Carolyn pleaded.  "It's driving me crazy!!!"
	"Please be patient.  There will be a fire if I can't turn this dryer off.  
You shouldn't have left it on High."
	Tamiko played the super-heated air over Carolyn's vulnerable crotch without 
mercy, being careful only not to burn her helpless victim.  She directed the heat 
continuously over the crotchband of the woman's now very warm panties, moving 
deliberately from front to back, waistband to waistband.  After a few moments, she 
noticed that the continuous application of heat was having its affect.  The 
crotchband on Carolyn's panties was now quite wet with her vaginal secretions.  
Also, the heat had the added affect of expanding the panties' thin bands of 
elastic.  The loosening elastic, coupled with Carolyn's constant gyrations in 
trying to escape the heat, meant that the woman's panties were now slowly working 
their way down her hips and buttocks.  
	Great idea, Tamiko thought, as she started to pull on the loosened material.  
Slowly the loosened panties slipped over the smooth flesh, revealing more and more 
of Carolyn's quivering asscheeks.  Downward they went, until they were finally 
caught mid-way on Carolyn's wide-splayed upper thighs.
	Tamiko now played the heat directly on Carolyn's puckered asshole and 
dripping cunt.
	It took Carolyn a moment in her frantic attempts to escape to sense that 
something was different.  She finally realized that her last bit of protective 
clothing was now caught on her thighs.  She was now not only trapped but also 
completely naked in front of another woman, with her most private places throbbing 
like crazy and on full display.
	"On, no!  It just isn't fair." she wailed and started to cry.  The 
sensations radiating from her belly quickly sapped her strength.  She quit trying 
to escape and just stayed still, sobbing quietly in her humiliation as her vaginal 
fluids began to run down her inner thighs.  Her sobs soon changed to unconscious 
moans as her being was consumed by the strange effects the heat was having upon 
her.  
	While still carefully apply the deadly heat, Tamiko reached into a drawer 
and pulled out a long, thin yet powerful vibrator.  Teasing the tip over Carolyn's 
vulnerable pussy lips, she worked it up and down the slit.  Getting no reaction, 
she pressed the tip into the tight but well-lubricated passage.  Slowly she pushed 
it in further and further. She stopped her penetration of Carolyn's defenseless 
vagina when the vibrator was in half way.  She then gently moved it in and out as 
she continued to play the still roaring hair drier with her other handover 
Carolyn's exposed crotch.
	Carolyn's vulva was on fire.  She was dimly aware that something was going 
on behind her, but in her dazed, befuddled mind she thought that it was only 
effects of that terrible heat.  The blood was rushing to her head and she felt 
herself on the verge of  passing out.  Then, she heard a distinct "click" and her 
vagina exploded!
	"AAAHHHH!" Carolyn screamed, as Tamiko pushed the now activated vibrator 
deep into her steaming crotch.  Her hips flailed about in their attempt to escape 
this new torment, but with no success.  Tamiko skillfully kept working the 
vibrator deep into Carolyn's vulnerable pussy, yet always being careful to keep 
her from the climax her body so desperately needed.  Finally, her shattered mind 
no longer able to handle the overwhelming foreign sensations coming from her 
vagina, Carolyn fainted.
	Tamiko turned off the vibrator, but left it embedded deep in Carolyn's still 
dripping cunt.  She then turned off the roaring hair dryer and returned it to the 
cabinet.  After dropping a few hand towels on the floor next to the commode, she 
motioned to the two-way mirror.  
	The other girls (except for Amber, who was keeping Tiffany busy in the 
kitchen) crowded around the open doorway, drinking in the sight of the naked and 
helpless Carolyn, still stuck behind the commode with her ass high in the air 
behind her.  Samantha squeezed into the tiny room and helped Tamiko lift the 
unconscious Carolyn.  When they had her more or less upright, Tamiko reverently 
pulled down on the woman's panties and with a damp "plop" they fell to Carolyn's 
feet!  They then laid her on the floor beside the commode over the spread towels.  
When they left, Tamiko gently removed the vibrator from Carolyn's sopping cunt, 
carefully washed it, and returned it to the drawer.  She added the unconscious 
woman's panties to the pile of Carolyn's clothing on the floor.  
	She turned to the unconscious woman on the floor before her, drinking in the 
wonderful sight of a very naked and helpless Carolyn Lord.  For Tamiko, this was 
the stuff that dreams were made of.  With a faint sigh, she covered Carolyn's 
lush, firm body with the last of the hand towels and settled on the closed commode 
to wait for the woman's return to consciousness.  
	She looked wistfully at her beautiful victim.  You think that was something, 
you stuck up American bitch, Tamiko mused.  You haven't seen anything yet.  I'm 
just getting warmed up.  She began working on the changes required for tonight's 
work caused by this unexpected but very welcome episode.  It turned out there were 
hardly any changes needed at all.
	The first thing that Carolyn became aware of was that she was lying on her 
back in a room that was spinning like crazy.  She had never felt like this before 
and wasn't really sure what to do about it.  She hadn't eaten yet, so perhaps her 
blood sugar was low.  Nor was that all.  She knew that something wasn't right, but 
couldn't decide what it could be.  If only the room would stop this weird 
spinning, she was sure she could make sense of it.  
	While she waited for the room to stop, she slowly realized that she was 
delightfully cool and relaxed.  She vaguely remembered being very hot and 
uncomfortable and even tense about something earlier, but now she felt quite 
pleasant (except for the spinning, of course).  Her clothes didn't feel tight at 
all now.  She was content just to lie there and wait for everything to settle 
down.  Still, there was something about her clothes...
	"Oh my God!" she croaked.  That's what was wrong.  She was naked!
	Her eyes snapped open and she found herself lying on the floor of a very 
small bathroom.  She looked down and saw that she was (barely) covered with a long 
hand towel.  A young oriental girl was seated on the closed commode next to her, 
with a look of concern on her face.
	"Are you all right?" the girl asked kindly.  "You had us worried there for a 
moment."
	"Tamiko!" Carolyn cried, when she finally remembered where she was.  "What 
happened?"
	She tried to quickly sit up but her head thought otherwise and she soon laid 
back down again, heedless that her towel had fallen away and her breasts were now 
uncovered to the gaze of the delighted Tamiko.
	"Oooohh, my poor head," Carolyn moaned.
	"Here, let me help you," Tamiko said as she assisted the shaky Carolyn to 
sit up and lean back against the bathroom wall.  
	Carolyn saw that her chest was now exposed in front of another woman and 
quickly scrambled with the towel to keep herself properly covered.
	Carolyn didn't protest when Tamiko sat alongside her on the crowded floor 
and placed an arm around her smooth shoulders and held the dazed woman close to 
her.
	"Just remember to take it easy.  You've had a bad fall."
	Even in her almost naked condition, Carolyn knew she desperately needed 
someone to care for her right now.  She needed someone very badly.
	It all became too much for her and, for the first time since she was ten, 
she began to cry.
	"What happened to me?" she sobbed.  "I don't understand."
	She leaned over the woman, and helped her to stand. Tamiko managed to get 
the sobbing woman to her feet where she clung with desperation to the Japanese 
teenager, her protective towel now lying forgotten on the floor at her feet.
	Carolyn's beautiful lush body pressed tightly against Tamiko's thin silk 
robe.  Tamiko put a comforting arm around the nude Carolyn's waist, and was 
careful to press herself fully against her whenever the opportunity presented 
itself.  Tamiko knew that this was almost more then she could endure.  But, she 
realized that Carolyn's night of surprises was just beginning, and they all still 
had a long way to go before the delightful end.
	"What happened?" Carolyn  gasped, trying to get her emotions under control.
	"You fell and hit your head.  Don't you feel dizzy?"
	"Yes."
	"Well then."
	"But why are my clothes all over the room?"
	"Because you must have taken them off when you came in here to use the 
facilities.  You were saying earlier something about being very warm.  Perhaps you 
were just trying to cool off.  Don't you remember?"
	"But why would I take them all off?"
	"Listen, my precious one.  When I came in to see what was taking you so 
long, you were lying there on the floor as you are now, with the hair dryer on 
high.  I was the one who covered you with a towel.  Outside of that, I have no 
idea what you were doing in here."
	"What...What happened?" Carolyn cried.
	"I think you fainted, so I come in.  Are you all right?"
	Carolyn was exhausted, her mind overwhelmed and unable to function.  
Headless of her nudity, she could only cling sobbing to her rescuer.  It was 
Tamiko who had gotten her free of her totally degrading situation.  She could 
never repay her enough for that!
	"Thank you," she sniffed, trying to regain control of herself.  "I don't 
know how I..."
	The proud Carolyn dissolved into tears again.  She held the delighted Tamiko 
tightly, not noticing the Japanese girl's small hands moving lovingly over her 
firm, exposed buttocks.  
	"Come on now.  It's all right.  You're fine.  No harm's been done,"  said 
Tamiko as she soothed the distressed Carolyn, now freely caressing the woman's 
bare back.
	When Carolyn's sobs finally stopped, a grinning Tamiko handed her a box of 
tissues.  "Here, you will be needing these, I think."
	Seeing the young woman's smile made Carolyn realize the ridiculousness of 
the situation.  Here she was naked in a small bathroom.  How stupid it all was!  
She was very grateful to this young woman for being so helpful and understanding 
of her.  She hardly ever found anyone like that.
	"Thank you, Tamiko," she said, as she smiled back at her new friend and 
accepted the box.  "I believe that you're right."  She blew her nose and used 
another tissue to clean up her face.
	"That's the spirit.  Now, sit here and we'll get you cleaned up."
	Carolyn obediently sat on the closed lid of the toilet seat and patiently 
waited while Tamiko used a damp wash cloth on her face to clean off the effects of 
Carolyn's crying.   It was while she was sitting there that Carolyn realized that 
she was still naked..  She looked about for her clothes but when she bent down for 
her panties, Tamiko told her to sit still.
	"We'll take care of that later." she said.  "Don't worry about it."
	"But..."
	"Now, sit!"
	So Carolyn sat there primly in the nude on the toilet seat, with her hands 
in her lap, as Tamiko plied her with a wash cloth.  Although worried at first when 
she saw that Tamiko was using very hot water on the cloth, Carolyn found the 
effect to be surprisingly refreshing.  
	"I usually put damp towels in the microwave when I have company over for 
dinner.  It is a very old Japanese custom and is a great way to start a meal," 
Tamiko explained as she began to wash Carolyn's upper chest.
	"Would you care to do that sometime?  Come over for dinner, I mean?" Tamiko 
asked as she gazed in rapture between the firm high-set breasts to the downy vee 
nestled between Carolyn's partially opened thighs.
	Carolyn was touched at this sincere gesture of the woman's friendship.  She 
was beginning to like Tamiko more and more.
	"Why, yes.  I'd love to.  Anytime."
	"Don't be so eager," laughed Tamiko, as she started washing Carolyn's upper 
breasts.  "You haven't tasted my cooking yet!"
	"Oh, stop.  I'm sure that it'll be wonderful."
	As they made plans for their evening to come, Tamiko carefully used the wash 
cloth to wipe over and under each of Carolyn's firm breasts.
	During this pleasant conversation, Carolyn thought nothing of Tamiko washing 
her breasts.  It was so pleasing, being cared for like this.  Tamiko had a very 
gentle and caring touch and, in spite of the situation, Carolyn found herself 
relaxing to the touch of this accomplished young woman.  When she finally realized 
what was actually happening, Tamiko already finished her chest and had moved 
around to clean her back.
	"Oh, forgot something.  Be right back." 
	Before the startled Carolyn could say anything, Tamiko dropped the wash 
cloth into Carolyn's lap, reached down for the startled Carolyn's soiled panties, 
and, taking her pantyhose as well, left the room.
	Poking her head back around the door, Tamiko smiled and said pleasantly, 
"Now, don't go away!" before she vanished again behind the closed door.
	Carolyn actually found she could laugh at that.  Already feeling better, she 
picked up Tamiko's discarded wash cloth and continued the job of cleaning herself.  
She avoided her sensitive breasts.  She was amused to note her new good friend 
Tamiko had accidentally induced her highly sensitive nipples to an erect state of 
diamond hardness and caused her to become a little breathless in the process.  
Carolyn methodically worked down her flat stomach to her pelvis.  She quickly 
washed off her leaking fluids, thankful that Tamiko hadn't noticed such shameful 
activity on her part.  She couldn't understand what was causing her to be so wet 
tonight.  She could see that her labia lips were red, swollen and unbelievably 
sensitive.  She could barely touch that area with the cloth without causing her 
heart to race.  She hadn't realized until now just how affected she had been by 
that damned hair dryer.  When she used the wash cloth on her behind, she found 
that that heat had started her leaking back there as well.  Oh my God! she 
thought, and quickly used damp toilet paper to clean off the offensive secretions 
coming from her anus.
	Carolyn had worked her way down to her knees when Tamiko returned.  Carolyn 
was delighted to find the young woman carrying a tray with two glasses full of ice 
and a picture of Mai Tai.  She suddenly realized that she had become very thirsty 
at that!  Carolyn was also relieved although quite embarrassed to see her panties 
neatly folded on the tray.  She noted with some dismay that she didn't see her 
pantyhose anywhere.
	"OK, now let's get you dressed."
	Carolyn was surprised to notice that the inside of her panties was covered 
with a very fine powder.
	"I sprinkled some baby powder that I use on mine when I cleaned them," 
Tamiko explained when she saw Carolyn's look of consternation.  "It helps to keep 
down the moisture."
	At the reminder of how so uncontrolled her body had been acting this 
evening, Carolyn blushed deeply and turned her head away with embarrassment.  It 
was so bad that even her new friend Tamiko had noticed.  She was so ashamed at 
this further public humiliation that she didn't even notice when Tamiko began 
helping her get into her panties.  At Tamiko's gentle urging, Carolyn stepped into 
them without thinking and let Tamiko pull them slowly up her sculptured legs and 
over her flaring hips.  
	"Oh!" she gasped involuntarily, as she felt Tamiko pull them up much more 
snugly than Carolyn preferred.  She looked down and was shocked to realize that 
Tamiko was in the process of getting her dressed!  She could sense the woman's 
hands on her behind as she carefully smoothed out the material (what else could 
she be doing back there?).  The panties had been dragged so high that she could 
feel the lower half of her buttocks were exposed.  The panty material had sunk 
deep into the crevasse of her behind.  Even the crotchband was pressed tightly 
against her poor abused pubic area, but the powder Tamiko had used felt soothing 
to her now highly tender nether regions.  In any event, she was still feeling far 
too embarrassed to draw attention to herself even more by saying anything, let 
alone attempting to adjust them herself while someone was in the room with her.  
To top it off, she noticed that her modest panties were fitting much looser around 
the waist  then they had when she put them on this morning.  She decided that the 
elastic must be giving out.  Damn!  And a brand new pair, too.
	Yet, despite her resolve to let Tamiko help her, when she saw Tamiko with 
her bra she covered her breasts.  This had gone far enough, she thought.  She felt 
perfectly able to dress herself, thank you, and in private, please.  But, seeing 
the expectant and helpful look on Tamiko's face, she resolved that she would do 
anything not to hurt her new friend again.  Besides, new friend or not, she was 
exhausted, light headed, and desperately needed to get to her bed.  The sooner she 
was dressed, the sooner she could leave.
	"Let me do that, please," Carolyn hesitantly asked, as she let Tamiko lower 
her arms to her sides.
	But Tamiko insisted on doing it herself.  Carolyn wished the girl would let 
her do it, because she was obviously having trouble with the bra.  She first tried 
it from Carolyn's front, then went behind the woman and, pressing her body tightly 
against Carolyn's,  tried it with her arms coming around her.  Either way, for 
some reason Carolyn couldn't understand the bra wouldn't fit correctly.  Worse, 
her highly sensitive nipples kept getting in the way of Tamiko's hands.  She 
jumped every time Tamiko inadvertently touched them, and she was jumping so much 
that Tamiko had to ask her if there was anything wrong.
	"Oh, no. Everything's fine," Carolyn gasped, as the back of Tamiko's hand 
once again grazed her right nipple.  They were becoming extremely erect and 
developing the consistency of diamonds. With a sigh of relief, Carolyn finally 
felt her breasts snug in their cups and the strap firmly fastened behind her 
(Tamiko only fastened one of three hooks).  
	Next came the blouse, slacks, belt (Tamiko left it very loose), scarf, and 
finally her jacket.  
	As she stepped into her shoes, Carolyn looked at herself carefully in the 
mirror.  She looked just as crisp and capable as always.  It was, she felt, the 
appearance of someone who is always in control.  Thankfully, no one could tell by 
looking at her that anything so outrageous happened to her while she was in here.  
Looking at herself, she herself was finding it hard to believe that anything 
occurred at all.  Only a faint but surprisingly persistent tingling in her crotch 
was the only sign that something actually happened.  That, and her misplaced 
pantyhose; but, no one will ever know about that she knew.
	"Thank you for your hospitality and for your...help.  But I really must be 
going.  I don't feel  very well,"  Carolyn confessed.
	"But you simply can't leave now.  I would worry about you the rest of the 
night.  I couldn't stand not knowing whether you got home safely or not.  Let me 
take you."
	In her dazed state, Carolyn wondered if Tamiko might not be right.  Perhaps 
she did need someone to be with her on the drive home.  Too much had occurred to 
her this evening that she couldn't even begin to comprehend.   She needed some 
quiet time at her apartment to understand what happened to her, and especially try 
to comprehend why her normally very obedient body was so out of control tonight.  
	"Besides, you did promise me that you would stay.  Remember?"
	Oh, damn, Carolyn thought bitterly.  Of all the times to obligate herself, 
she had to pick tonight.  Well, this was one of those times when the only option 
was just to make the best of it.
	"Yes, I remember.  Of course I'll stay"  Carolyn found herself looking 
deeply into the surprisingly beautiful black, almond eyes of the girl.  "And thank 
you again, for caring."
	"It's what friends are for, you know."
	"Yes.  That's very true.  So, how soon after the ceremony can we leave?" 
Carolyn asked, still desperately anxious to be on her way home.
	"Not until Tiffany has been completely initiated.  Shouldn't be long.  See 
you in the living room,"  Tamiko said over her shoulder as she quickly left 
Carolyn.
	So, in spite of everything that had happened to her, she was still going to 
be here for the initiation ceremony.  She couldn't believe it.  Her head was 
swimming, she felt very tired, and yet her body had never been more alive.  It was 
positively tingling with sensations.  
	Well, if Tamiko wanted her to stay then so be it.  It was the least the she 
could do for all of Tamiko's kindness towards her.  Besides, the way Tamiko has 
been describing it, it should prove of cultural interest if nothing else. 

Part III

	When Carolyn returned to the living room, she felt greatly refreshed, 
although still a little dazed from the things that had happened to her already 
this evening.  It's amazing what some cold water, an empty bladder, and a few Mai 
Tais will do for a person, she thought.  Strange though, even after being fully 
dressed again, she found that her vagina still felt squishy to her.  She could 
only hope that she would not embarrass herself before she could thankfully leave 
for her own apartment.
	In the time that she had been gone, some changes had taken place.
	The lights were all off, except for some candles and smoking sticks of 
incense placed in a circle around one of the couches.  On the backless couch was 
Tiffany, lying full-length on her back, with Tamiko standing alongside her.  
Tiffany's bikini bottoms had joined her top on the floor, leaving the golden 
teenager completely naked.  Tamiko looked like she was massaging the teenager's 
curved thighs.  Carolyn remembered Tamiko saying that a lot of what was going to 
happen here tonight was based on various Japanese customs, some of which could be 
traced to the national Japanese religion of Shinto.  Tamiko had told her that 
nudity sometimes played a great part in these rituals, and here it was already.
	Carolyn Lord loved religious ceremonies and she was suitably impressed as 
she watched Tamiko, still in her robe, move her small hands up and down Tiffany's 
closed thighs.  Whatever Tamiko was doing, Carolyn saw that Tiffany was really 
enjoying it, which wasn't really a suitable response to a formal ceremony like 
this,  thought Carolyn. Hopefully the girl will eventually get caught up in the 
religious fervor of the thing.  
	Tamiko repositioned Tiffany's legs, so that the teenager's naked vagina was 
now plainly exposed.  The bullet-shaped nipples on Tiffany's exposed breasts stood 
taut.  In the candle light, Tiffany's suntanned flesh fairly gleamed in the 
darkness.  She could see the fixed gazes of the other girls watching Tiffany, and 
knew that they too had been affected by the ceremony.  Carolyn could feel herself 
becoming fascinated by what her new friend Tamiko was doing to the pliant Tiffany 
and she unconsciously moved closer to the inner circle for a better view.
	Her own repressed and highly controlled life had never prepared her for what 
was now taking place in front of her.  She shuddered in sympathy as she watched 
Tamiko lean over Tiffany's waist.  She wasn't sure why the Japanese girl was so 
interested in Tiffany's pubic area, but whatever it was it definitely had Tiffany 
squirming like crazy.  Carolyn remembered her own annual physicals and got chills 
just thinking about it.
	Tamiko them abruptly stood up.
	"She is ready," she intoned to the room, as she stepped out of the circle 
and disappeared into the darkness.
	Maria, Tiffany's friend from work and now quite naked, then replaced the 
departing Tamiko.  She sat on the couch right between Tiffany's parted legs.  Two 
other girls, a nude Amber and Kathy, positioned themselves kneeling on either side 
of the golden 
Tiffany's shoulders.
	It was obvious to Carolyn that the true ceremony was about to begin!
	She watched as Maria bent between Tiffany's upper thighs and placed her face 
directly over Tiffany's exposed pubic area.  The girls on either side of Tiffany 
knelt beside her.   Each placed her mouth on one of the teenager's pert breasts 
and began to nibble and suck on the highly erect nipples.  Carolyn wasn't sure but 
she thought she saw through the darkness Tiffany's eyes cross in response to this 
part of the ceremony regarding her firm young body.  
	Carolyn could not tear her eyes from the scene before her.  What was going 
on here?  she wondered.  This was just supposed to some sort of religious 
initiation for Tiffany.  She had heard stories from her cousins who had gone to 
college about some of the terrible things they had to do for acceptance into their 
sororities.  Complete physicals, that sort of thing, and given not by doctors 
either, but by the sorority members themselves.  It must be the same here, she 
thought.  Now she had to watch this in person.  Oh my God!  Well, this was what 
Tiffany wanted, and now there she was, laying on her back completely naked and 
being examined by a...a another woman!  A naked woman at that!  Two other women 
were now washing her off with their tongues, for God's sake!  And why are they 
concentrating on her breasts like that?  How dirty could they get?  Her own 
breasts tingled in response to the sight, her nipples becoming very erect in their 
confining bra cups as she guiltily remembered her own weird experience with 
Tamiko.  Her heart beat was increasing and the room felt increasingly stuffy.  
Carolyn crossed her arms over her chest to try and quiet her breasts down.  
	My God!  She was reacting to a physical exam being given to another person!  
What was wrong with me? she wondered.
	She stole another look in the darkness and could see the faces of the other 
girls reflected in the dim candle light.  They still looked fascinated at the 
sight.  She could tell!  Well, they must really take their physical fitness 
seriously here.  
	Actually, the other women in the room were really watching something else.  
It was what they had in fact been secretly watching all evening.  It was the cool, 
beautiful Carolyn!  They remembered how she had reacted to the bathing suits, the 
Mai Tais, and finally Tamiko's sex talk.  They remembered how quickly Carolyn's 
body responded to Tamiko's actions in the guest restroom.  They observed her very 
carefully now.  They saw Carolyn's flushed face.  They noted how she kept staring 
at Tiffany's exposed pussy.  They observed with pleasure the rapid rise and fall 
of Carolyn's full chest, underneath the well-tailored suit jacket.  The normally 
very cool and collected Carolyn was not looking so very cool and collected at all!  
There was a chance at Carolyn after all, and their eyes met with knowing looks.  
It was why they agreed to do this in the first place.  Girls like Tiffany were 
true gold to this group of lesbians, but a Carolyn only came along once or twice 
in a lifetime.  In fact, they let Tiffany join the group and come this night if 
only she could bring the unaware Carolyn with her.  It was her price of admission.
	And so, here she was.  A chance at the prime cherry, the ultimate conquest.  
The group couldn't believe their luck!
	Three lesbians moved to unobtrusively surround the unsuspecting 30-year old 
woman. Tamiko, nude and unobserved, was standing directly behind her, with 
Samantha to the left and Fawn to the right of her, still wearing their brief 
bikinis.
	Carolyn was so mesmerized by Tiffany's medical inspection that she first 
noticed Samantha and Fawn only when Fawn put an arm around her waist.  Carolyn 
jerked at the innocent contact but was too intent on what was happening to Tiffany 
to say anything.  She did not like it when anyone got too physical with her.
	"Do you find it exciting, Carolyn?"  Fawn whispered. The presence of the two 
semi-nude girls (they were now both topless) in such close proximity to her was 
making her very uneasy.
	"It's just a physical for a ceremony,"  Carolyn replied primly.
	Carolyn jumped as each girl took hold of one of her arms.  They gently but 
firmly pulled them down from Carolyn's chest and placed them around each girl's 
naked waist.
	"What...are you doing?  the surprised woman asked, her hands now full of 
surprisingly warm, firm flesh.
	"We just want a close look at your suit.  It looks lovely.  Nice material, 
and it fits so well."
	The girls ran their hands over the increasingly nervous Carolyn's sides and 
back, tugging the jacket this way and that, as if they were tailors testing the 
fit.  She became specially nervous when they started checking the buttons on the 
front of her double-breasted jacket.  
	Carolyn could feel her face becoming flush as the girl's hands lingered at 
the buttons which were directly over her breasts.
	"Are you hot?  It's awfully warm in here.  Are you hot, Carolyn?"  Fawn 
whispered in the woman's ear as Samantha deliberately unbuttoned the top button of 
Carolyn's jacket.  
	"What?"  the flustered woman whispered back, not sure that she had heard 
correctly.  
	"I said, are you hot...?"
	Carolyn, distracted because Samantha's arm was inadvertently resting on her 
left breast, looked at Fawn but said nothing as Samantha opened the remaining 
buttons and pulled the jacket front apart. Carolyn became even more flushed.
	"There, that better, isn't it?" cooed the seductive Fawn.
	"Y...yes," gasped Carolyn, her mouth suddenly very dry.
	"Can you see everything?  Can you see how beautiful Tiffany is when she is 
naked?  You like Tiffany when she is naked, don't you, Carolyn?" 
	This time Carolyn nodded her head in a sudden jerk.  Astonished at herself, 
she realized that she did like to see Tiffany like that.  What was wrong with her 
tonight?  She had never felt that way before about anyone.
	"Do you see her pussy being licked?" Fawn whispered seductively, brushing 
Carolyn's hair behind her ear, to give her more direct access.  She was leaning 
even closer to Carolyn's ear than before, deliberately pressing her own lush body 
up against Carolyn's.
	"Oh, my!"  Carolyn was stunned.  What kind of examination was this, anyway?  
	"Why is she doing that?" she whispered, still shocked.
	"Good test of the reflexes and general state of the central nervous system,"  
murmured Fawn.  "Haven't you ever been checked there?"
	 Deeply embarrassed, the transfixed woman could at first only shake her 
head.
	"Never like that," she finally was able to whisper huskily.
	Fawn released her hold from around Carolyn's waist while Samantha pulled 
Carolyn's jacket off her shoulders and down her arms.  At the same time, Tamiko 
reached around from behind, undid the woman's thin belt, and pulled it free of her 
well-tailored slacks.
	Fawn and Samantha noted with glee that, even in the candle-lit darkness, 
Carolyn's erect nipples were clearly visible through the woman's thin blouse and 
bra.
	Samantha left to place the carefully folded jacket and belt on a chair in 
Tamiko's bedroom, and then  returned to Carolyn's side. Now both Samantha and Fawn 
had their arms around the woman's narrow waist.  Their hands gradually started 
moving on Carolyn's torso, especially feeling around the area where Carolyn's 
blouse was neatly tucked into the waistband of her slacks.
	"Stop that," Carolyn said in a distracted way.
	"Stop what?"
	"You know.  Don't be childish."
	"Carolyn, really!  I don't know what you are talking about?" Fawn said 
softly in wide-eyed innocence as she and Samantha continued to play on Carolyn's 
trim torso.
	Meanwhile, as Fawn and Sam continued to mind-fuck Carolyn, Tamiko was 
kneeling behind the flustered Greek girl.  Tamiko could only marvel at the evident 
quality of the woman now standing before her.  Even from behind in the candle-lit 
darkness, her beauty was obvious, and so was her pride.  She would be a worthy 
adversary for her.
	Tamiko had spent the evening learning all she could about Miss Lord, and she 
had found out a great deal of information, much more than even Carolyn realized.  
The priceless opportunity of dildoing the helpless Carolyn Lord from behind, even 
before the main event had even started, was something that Tamiko will be thanking 
the gods for in years to come.  Now Tamiko knew exactly what Carolyn was wearing 
under her suit, especially the aphrodisiac she had the opportunity to place in the 
crotchband of the woman's panties.  She knew that, after some bad Greek-male 
fumbling as a teenager, and some later groping attempts of her at work, Carolyn 
Lord had given up any idea of social interaction, including serious dating.  Over 
time, she had become so protective of her womanhood that no one could get close 
enough to make even a worthwhile attempt.  She was 30 years old and (until very 
recently!) had never really had a sexual experience, simply because she had never 
been with anyone who knew how to reach her as a woman.  Until now.
	The Japanese composed herself, as any warrior would before a major battle.  
She knew it was ridiculous, but at times like this she always though of herself as 
Tamiko, Lesbian Samurai!  As was her mother before her!  Banzi! she thought.  It's 
pay-back time.
	Tamiko reverently reached out to the perfect figure before her. Slowly and 
with great skill, while using just the tips of her fingers, Tamiko began a 
feather-light tracing of Carolyn's hips and thighs, which were just barely 
delineated under the expensive thin material of her slacks.  She began on the 
woman's right flank.  Tamiko's right hand walked around Carolyn's thigh to her 
right buttock.  She made a figure-8 pattern as she ever so lightly moved her 
fingers over the firm half-moon before her.  Tamiko then lifted her hand and 
repeated the process on the left buttock.  Getting no response from the now 
totally distracted Carolyn, Tamiko now used both hands, touching and moving, 
touching and moving, all across the unaware woman's thighs and buttocks. 
	Carolyn didn't know what Fawn or Samantha wanted with her, but she certainly 
didn't like the way they were acting so familiar with her body.
	"I don't like to be touched," Carolyn told Fawn.  "It's not right."
	"But we're not touching you, are we, Samantha?" Fawn murmured as she began 
to dip a finger in and out of the waist of Carolyn's slacks.
	"No, of course we aren't," Samantha whispered as she nonchalantly rubbed the 
area of Carolyn's stomach. "It's Tiffany who is being touched.  Watch her being 
touched, Carolyn."
	"I said to stop what you're doing.  I'm not like that."
	"Not like what?"
	"I'm not like other people.  I don't like being touched."
	"By men or by women?"  Fawn innocently asked.
	"I don't like being touched by anyone.  But especially by men of course!" 
Carolyn gasped with feeling.  Too much happening too fast was wearing Carolyn's 
nerves to a frazzle.  She normally would never talk of such private things, but 
tonight it just came spilling out.  
	"Men are always trying to touch me.  I don't like it."
	"Where are they trying to touch you?"
	"In the office, at meetings, in a store.  Anywhere and everywhere!  I hate 
it."
	"No, I mean where on you are they trying to touch?"
	"You mean on my...my body?"  Carolyn dropped her head in embarrassment.  
"Everywhere," she whispered with feeling.
	"You mean like here..." Fawn's right hand closed over the tip of Carolyn's 
full right breast hidden under her blouse and bra.  
	Carolyn nodded frantically.  Oh my God! she thought.  She's touching my 
breast. 
	"...and here..."  Fawn's left hand slipped down and cupped the woman's firm 
right buttock.
	Again, Carolyn could only nod frantically, hoping only that Fawn would 
quickly remove her hands from her private places.
	"When are they trying to touch you?" Fawn asked sympathetically as she began 
to rhythmically squeeze Carolyn's breast and buttock.
	Carolyn's mind went blank.  She couldn't concentrate on anything except on 
what Fawn's hands were doing to her.  The room started spinning and she couldn't 
get her breath.  A woman was holding her and she didn't know what to do!
	"When?  I would really like to know." 
	"What's wrong, Carolyn?"
	"I...I can't think when you do that."
	"Do what?"
	Carolyn knew that her only salvation from Fawn hands was to answer her 
impossible questions.  If only she would keep her hands still for a moment and let 
her get her breath back, but Fawn's hands kept moving, now in a circular motion 
over her breast and buttocks.
	"Touch me.  When you touch me like that it is very distracting and I don't 
like it.  Please stop!"
	Fawn gave Carolyn's superb ass and chest a final firm squeeze for emphasis, 
and reluctantly pulled her hands away.  
	"It doesn't mean anything.  We aren't men, Carolyn.  We're just girls.  Here 
you are perfectly safe.  You known when girls touch girls it's just in 
friendship."
	"Yes," responded Carolyn wearily, "I understand that.  I just do not like 
being touched by anyone, anywhere."
	 Fawn already had her arm around Carolyn's waist.
	"But we're girls, Carolyn.  Doesn't that make a difference?"
	"I'm not a...a less.. I like men."
	"Not a lesbian?  Well, who around here is? "But you said they were always 
trying to take advantage by touching you."
	"That's right.  Anytime, day or night.  It doesn't matter with them.  They 
are always trying to touch my body."
	We are doing this just for the initiation, so it shouldn't matter, should 
it?  You should not feel a thing.  Remember, this is for Tiffany's benefit."
	"What?" asked the increasingly confused young woman.
	Fawn thought for a moment, then realized that this was the opportunity for 
which she had been waiting.
	"Look, Carolyn.  Samantha and I would much rather be helping with Tiffany's 
ceremony, but we must stay with you and make sure that you are checked out 
thoroughly.  Tiffany has to be able to see everyone taking part in the ceremony, 
everyone being examined, even if it is just a little.  Otherwise it will ruin 
everything," stated Fawn quietly yet firmly.
	"Is this true?" Carolyn asked Samantha.
	"Oh, yes. Absolutely,"  breathed the beautiful Samantha, her hand now inside 
the front of Carolyn's silk blouse, rubbing the warm soft flesh of her abdomen.  
"Tiffany's the star tonight, and we have to do everything we can to make it work 
for her. We don't want to touch you at all.  It's just that we have to.  And we 
have to make it seem convincing to Tiffany for this to work at all."
	"Oh," said the doubtful Carolyn.  She couldn't think clearly anymore.  Too 
much was happening to her too fast and she had no clue as to what to do about it.  
She wondered if she was really in over her head and should just leave and phone 
her apologies in later.  
	Then, her old self-assurance took over.  After going through this far, just 
to back out now?  No, she gave her word and would just have to go through with it.  
More for Tamiko's sake (were was she, anyway?) than for Tiffany's sake, she would 
have to make the supreme sacrifice and let someone touch her for once, and then 
just for a brief moment in time.  But, she was in a room full of women, children 
really.  What was she getting so upset about?  
	Fawn was right.  It doesn't really matter.  They could never get to her, 
never reach her.  Not like the few men she had known who always tried to do her.  
Thankfully, that was impossible here.  It was silly of her even to worry about it.  
In a room full of women, she was always safe.
	"OK.  I'll participate, but just a little.  You may...examine me." and there 
let the matter rest.  Immediately after agreeing to it, she regretted doing so.  
She agreed because she had been drinking too much, feeling too much, watching too 
much.  Emotions which she never suspected having had picked tonight of all nights 
to storm her sensibilities.  She was angry with herself for even being in this 
apartment in the first place.  She didn't know these women, and she didn't really 
want to.  They were after all Tiffany's friends.  She didn't like it, them 
touching her so freely.  She didn't like it at all, even if it wasn't sexual!  But 
if she let them do what they wanted, even for just a little bit of time, perhaps 
they'll just get board and eventually leave her alone and go bother Tiffany or 
someone.  They are practically children after all.  Or, even better, the 
initiation will finally end and she can safely leave.  
	Having made her decision, all she could do now was just wait it out.  
Besides, if these kids got out of control she would just have to put them in their 
place, just like she's had to do with people who tried to take advantage of her 
all her life.  The decision made, she returned to the surprisingly fascinating 
sight of Tiffany's naked body being thoroughly inspected by other women.  
Especially, she wondered what could possibly be taking Maria so long in inspecting 
Tiffany's crotch, and what was she doing that was causing the teenager to moan so 
much?
	"Listen to her, Carolyn," whispered Fawn. " What does it mean?  That's she's 
hot, is that what it means?  It is so terribly warm in here.  Are you hot, too, 
Carolyn?  Yes you are, aren't you?"
	Carolyn could only nod her head.  She was feeling terribly warn in her 
tight, constricting clothing.  She could feel the sweat forming on her face and 
below her arms.  She reached up to unbutton the high neck of her blouse, but 
stopped.  It wouldn't be proper to do that here.  When she got back to the safety 
of her own apartment, then she could relax.  
	What Carolyn didn't know was that when she turned down Tamiko's bathing suit 
offer, the Japanese girl had reset the apartment's thermostat from 70 to 80 
degrees.
	"Here, let me," Fawn murmured as she reached over and pulled off Carolyn's 
scarf.  As the scarf fell to the floor, Fawn said, "Now look up and I'll get that 
top button for you."
	Carolyn obediently obeyed the younger girl's command and looked at the 
ceiling, because it was becoming so very warm in the apartment she almost couldn't 
stand it.  Fawn however unbuttoned not just the first, but the top four buttons on 
the surprised Carolyn's blouse.  Fawn and Samantha now had an unrestricted view of 
the tops of Carolyn's breasts as they entered her modest-cut bra.  Fawn reached  
around and unfastened the unresisting Carolyn's sleeve cuffs for good measure.
	Her blouse was now open to her breasts, but Carolyn still found she could 
not tear her eyes from Tiffany's continuing examination.  Fawn's soft continuous 
voice in her ear, speaking her innermost thoughts, was causing a storm of 
unexplained emotion to whirl through her normally well-ordered mind.  She found 
herself powerless to resist it, even when it asked her the most intimate of 
questions.  If only the girl would stop taking and give her a chance to think.  
But she kept talking softly on and on, saying the most vile and disgusting things 
to her.  She knew she should leave, but she was somehow transfixed by the sight of 
Tiffany's initiation.  She knew she just couldn't leave until it was over.
	Carolyn suddenly realized that her jacket was gone.  She had no memory of 
taking it off.  But, as the whispering in her ear suggested, it was increasingly 
warm in here and it did feel so much cooler without it.
	Carolyn soon felt that the hands on her body, at first hesitant, were 
becoming much bolder.  Her protests did no good, for the hands would just return 
whenever she moved them away.  
	The hands seemed determined to explore every inch of her untouched body 
above the waist.  Especially her breasts!  Thankfully, they were leaving her 
slacks alone.  
	No place was too intimate for their interest.  Worse, they seemed to be 
looking for a way in, a way to reach her body under her protective clothing!  To 
reach her inner-most self!  Oh my, she thought worriedly.  Perhaps they wanted to 
really examine her, too!
	Even insects seemed intent on exploring her body, her fevered mind thought.  
There was something moving around her hips and legs that was surprisingly 
persistent.  As soon as one would land, walk around and then take off, it or 
another would land somewhere else.  She knew this place wasn't near as clean as 
her own spotless apartment so when she felt them on her hips and legs it did not 
surprise her.  Sometimes she could feel more than one, all moving very lightly yet 
boldly as bugs will across her behind or up and down her legs.  Worse, they were 
making her feel very tingly where ever they landed.  She would try to brush them 
away, but they eventually always came back. Just like those summers she spent in 
Greece during school breaks.  Damned flies were everywhere!  Carolyn finally quit 
worrying about them, there was after all so much else going on, and left them 
alone.  If only they didn't affect me so much, she thought, feeling the strange 
tingles radiating from her lower abdomen as the insects seemed to take delight in 
walking over lower hips and upper thighs.
	The problem was that between watching what was happening to Tiffany, and the 
childish antics of Fawn and Samantha, she could think of very little else.  Her 
body was still tingling where Fawn had held her earlier.  She could clearly feel 
the burning imprint of the girl's hands, as if they were still there, holding 
tightly to her privates.
	During this time the girls around her had not been idle.  Regularly, a hand 
would dip into the tight waistband of her slacks and pull out some of her tucked-
in blouse.  Carolyn would then absently tuck it back in again, but there were soon 
so many other distractions going on for her to worry about such childish things.  
Soon her blouse was completely outside of her slacks.
	What she didn't realize was that one of the hands reaching into her slacks 
had unfastened the metal clasp to her waistband, then the front button.  Finally, 
another hand had carefully loosened the zipper.  Each tug on her waistband from 
then on lowered the zipper more and more, allowing the slim hands of her 
assailants to penetrate ever deeper into her tailored slacks.  In time the front 
of her slacks became completely open, yet unnoticed by the distracted Carolyn 
because it was covered by her loose blouse.  Soon the only things holding up 
Carolyn's slacks was a little friction.  With every move she made, the now 
loosened slacks became just a little bit lower.
	With the blouse now out, Tamiko felt free to finally start working on 
Carolyn's cunt.  Keeping her left hand moving on the woman's buttocks, Tamiko 
walked her right hand around the inside of Carolyn's left thigh and soon had her 
fingers dancing over the front of Carolyn's slacks.  Keeping below the opened 
zipper, Tamiko focused her attentions on the seam that ran down from the zipper to 
the back of the slacks.  Pressing lightly, Tamiko could feel the indent of 
Carolyn's most secret place, her labia.  Pressing the delicate flesh in a subtle 
rhythm with her right finger tips, the girl was eventually rewarded with tiny 
answering jerks from Carolyn's hips, trying reflexively to meet more fully this 
new pleasing sensation.  Tamiko brought her left hand around and traced the 
prominent bulge of soft pubic hair through the material of Carolyn's slacks and 
panties.  She then placed it alongside her right and it too joined in the subtle 
seduction of Carolyn's cunt.
	Totally oblivious to all that was going on around her, Carolyn could only 
stare at the continuing increasing frenzied activity of the golden-haired Tiffany.  
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Tiffany would react to another 
woman in this way.  
	Carolyn was starting to feel a strange sensation in her crotch.  It was like 
when she would be in a hurry as a teenager and forget to wear anything below her 
slacks or shorts.  She would get a strange itch between her legs she couldn't dare 
scratch!  By the end of the day she would be quite wet, and almost out of control 
just from all the rubbing. That's why she always made sure to be properly dressed 
at all times.
	And now, on top of everything else, she had this itch to contend with.  She 
was getting such a feeling in her crotch and she couldn't understand it.  She was 
wearing her panties, and her slacks were not tight at all, and yet that same 
somewhat delicious feeling was starting to build in her vagina.  
	Oh, no! she thought.  Of all the times for it to happen!  She could even 
feel her hips making tiny movements to deal with the sensation.  However unlikely, 
she wondered if it might have something to do with the embarrassing antics of Fawn 
or Samantha,  But, she was painfully aware that their hands were on her blouse.  
They were not touching her anywhere below her waist (they wouldn't dare!).  She 
saw in the dim light that there was no one else around them.  She thankfully 
didn't see any small animals when she first entered the apartment, either (once in 
Europe a dog had stuck his nose up her miniskirt and she almost fainted!).
	She didn't think anyone would notice her moving her hips such a minute 
amount, and she had to do something to relieve the building sensation.  But, 
Carolyn was well aware that eventually she would have to go to the bathroom and 
find the cause and correct it, regardless of how good it was making her feel.  She 
was well aware that her secret pleasure was an itch that scratching only made 
worse.  
	With each tiny jerk of her hips, Tamiko felt Carolyn's slacks descend just a 
tiny bit.  After a time, as Tamiko increased her toying of Carolyn's vulnerable 
cunt, Carolyn's hips jerked more and more, it was only Tamiko's hands pressing 
into Carolyn's crotch held up the woman's slacks. 
	"Look at her breasts shake," Fawn continuing her seductive whispering as 
they watched Tiffany twisting and jerking on the couch.  "Wonder what they feel 
like when that happens.  What do your breasts feel like when they shake, Carolyn?  
What do your breasts feel like right now?  They are very beautiful, you know.  Are 
they swollen?  Are they very sensitive?"  
	"Can you feel this? Or this?" Fawn asked as she and Samantha began to openly 
caress the high-set heaving orbs from the outside of the blouse.
	The shaken Carolyn could again only nod as she felt the feather touches of 
the girls' hands on her swollen breasts.  The hands became bolder, now squeezing 
the tender breast-flesh.  Carolyn knew she should stop them, but what they were 
doing to her really didn't matter right now.  She wasn't a lesbian after all.  All 
she wanted to do was watch Tiffany get initiated, and then leave here as quickly 
as possible.
	The massage of her proud breasts continued.  A few more buttons of Carolyn's 
blouse were undone and the girl's soon were working directly on the woman's 
breasts through her bra.
	What was wrong with me? Carolyn wondered.  My own breasts are driving me 
crazy!  They feel so swollen and sensitive.  Why don't those girls stop?
	"Are your breasts sensitive, Carolyn?  Mine sure are.  Do yours affect 
affecting you, sometimes?" Fawn purred. Carolyn could not believe her body's 
reaction to the antics of Fawn and Samantha.  How could Fawn know that every touch 
on her over-sensitive breasts was driving her crazy.   "You can tell me."
	Seeing how preoccupied Carolyn was with the fondling of her breasts, Tamiko 
knew she had a free hand with the unsuspecting woman.  While Carolyn was busy 
focusing on the actions of Fawn and Samantha, Tamiko carefully reached deep down 
into the back of Carolyn's open slacks until she felt the thin elastic at the top 
of Carolyn's  panties.  She gently pulled up on the panties, drawing the sheer 
material as deeply as she could between Carolyn's fantastic buttocks.  Twisting 
the waistband and legbands together around her index finger, Tamiko continued  to 
pull on the back of Carolyn's panties,  wanting them to become as deeply imbedded 
into the proud woman's flesh as possible.    
	Tamiko then returned to what she liked to think of as her "Sensual 
Butterfly" routine.  But first, she carefully touched the front of Carolyn's 
slacks below the opened zipper.  She felt with satisfaction how Carolyn's panties 
were now cruelly digging into the sensitive labia flesh.  With the crotchband now 
embedded, Tamiko had only the thin material of the loosened slacks between her and 
Carolyn's increasingly responsive cunt. 

Part IV

	Carolyn soon felt a further indignity to her person.  Her panties had 
somehow worked their way into the crevice of her behind (she knew that this was 
going to happen after well-meaning Tamiko had pulled them up too high), leaving 
her ass-cheeks completely uncovered underneath her slacks.  Even worse, the 
crotchband of her panties was now putting a very strong pressure on her vulva and 
she was starting to feel very wet down there. Oh, damn!  She had been so intent on 
her secret pleasure that she must have worked her panties up.  Now her secret 
pleasure was worse than ever.  She felt like such a slut.  
	More than anything else, she wanted to undo her slacks and fix her underwear 
to a more comfortable and modest setting, but she couldn't!  Not with all of those 
women surrounding her!  Besides, if they saw her fiddling with her underwear they 
might even think she was being affected in some way by all of the unusual activity 
going on here tonight. 
	She tried repeatedly to stop moving her hips, but something down there was 
causing her to continue.  Something she couldn't define, couldn't locate.  With 
Fawn and Samantha standing right next to her, she really couldn't do anything 
without attracting their unwanted attention.
	She was so nervous from the close, half-nude presence of Fawn and Samantha 
that she found it impossible to stand still.  She kept shifting her weight from 
one leg to the other.
	Because of Carolyn's constant movements, and some tugging by Tamiko, her 
slacks had slowly worked their way down to the tops of her thighs.  Carolyn knew 
that something wasn't right with her slacks but couldn't understand what it was.  
She looked down but her blouse covered everything.  
	The perplexed Carolyn wasn't sure what was happening around her waist, but 
she dared not move her arms to find out.  Every time she took her arms away from 
her chest, hands would appear as if by magic on her breasts!  At least once even 
her bra had become undone and she had to refasten it.  She felt that it was really 
time for her to leave, at least to find the bathroom so she could mentally get 
herself together, to regain control of her proud untouched body, but Samantha and 
Fawn were keeping a close hold on her and she couldn't move.
	She tried moving her legs, as she was shifting her weight from one to the 
other in order to at least to try to relieve that strange pressure building in her 
vagina caused by her bunched panties, when she noticed that the tops of her legs 
seemed tied together somehow.
	Carolyn's firm buttocks were fully exposed to Tamiko's lustful gaze, the 
woman's panties still tightly drawn up into the narrow crevice.  She watched 
fascinated as the buttocks repeatedly tightened and relaxed as the nervous Carolyn 
kept up her movements.  Overcome with the sight, Tamiko pursed her lips for a 
kiss, but instead blew a stream of cool air onto the delectable mounds. As she 
heard Carolyn's gasp of surprise from above, she saw to her delight the instant 
formation of goose-pimples across the tantalizing expanse of round firm flesh.
	"Oh my God!" Carolyn accidentally blurted out.  That cool breeze she just 
felt across her behind could only mean that her slacks were slipping off!  What a 
time for this to happen!
	"What's wrong, Carolyn?"  Samantha asked with great tenderness.
	"Uh... Oh, nothing,"  the distraught woman muttered.  No one must have 
noticed yet, or they would surely have said something.  Perhaps they might have 
even taken advantage of her predicament if they knew, using this to make fun of 
her!  That would be especially intolerable with this group.  Children could be so 
cruel, sometimes.
	The snap must have broken or something, she was always having trouble with 
it.  The slacks were really a size too large for her to wear properly.  If they 
would just leave her alone for a moment she could discreetly bend down and quickly 
pull them back up again.
	But Fawn and Samantha stayed right with her, still whispering hidden 
forbidden things to her, still intend on their role of examining her if only she 
gave them a chance.
	"What about your nipples, Carolyn?  Are they sensitive, too?  Are they 
hard?" asked Fawn as the girls now began to trace the clearly protruding nipples. 
	Shocked by the sensation radiating from her touched nipples, Carolyn quickly 
crossed her arms over her abused chest.  When her covering hands felt her bra 
instead of silk, she looked down and was shocked to discover that her blouse was 
completely unbuttoned!  
	"So, they are sensitive, aren't they?"
	Again, all Carolyn could do was nod her head, as her trembling fingers 
fumbled with the opened buttons, trying to refasten them.  How could this have 
happened?  She had almost been undressed by these two kids--total strangers in a 
room full of semi-naked women!  I must be losing my mind, she thought.  And how 
could this almost child-like woman Fawn know so much about her intimate, private 
self? wondered the increasingly befuddled Carolyn.  It was as if she were inside 
my head, reading my thoughts!
	"I'll bet they're very sensitive," cooed Fawn, as she deliberately licked 
Carolyn's well-formed ear.
	Carolyn was rocked to the very core of her being.  No one had ever done that 
to her.  She dropped her hands and forgot about her now semi-opened blouse.  She 
forgot about the half-felt sensations she had been getting from her strangely 
sensitive vagina.  She even forgot about Tiffany and Maria.  No one had ever been 
that intimate with her.  She could only stare dumfounded at the close smiling face 
of Fawn, shocked senseless by the act and by her reaction to it.
	After what Fawn had done to her, Carolyn couldn't help thinking about her 
slacks.  She could feel them slipping further and further down her legs with every 
move she made.  Soon they would be around her ankles and her humiliation would be 
complete.  She couldn't leave until they were back were they belonged.  
	She couldn't help it any longer, she just had to tell someone.  She would 
tell the more sympathetic Samantha.
	"Samantha, I need your help.  It's my...my slacks.  The snap must have 
broken because they're falling down."
	"Oh, honey.  You poor thing.  Let me check."
	"No!"  Carolyn cried.  "I can do it..." 
	But Carolyn was too late.  To the woman's extreme discomfort, Samantha had 
already knelt in front of her and was looking at the fastener of her slacks, 
having pulled the slacks down to Carolyn's ankles in the process!
	"Nooo!" the humiliated Carolyn moaned softly, so no one but Samantha and 
Fawn could hear.  "I can do it, really."
	"Oh, no. It's no bother."
	"Just let me pull..."  Carolyn couldn't finish because she found herself 
suddenly off balance.  Samantha had reach behind the distressed woman and  pushed 
her left knee forward, making her off-balance.  Carolyn was forced to raise her 
left foot enough for Samantha to remove Carolyn's left shoe and the left leg of 
her slacks.  Carolyn  quickly put her arms around Fawn's slender waist for 
support.  Fawn used Carolyn's distraction to reach behind the woman and press 
Carolyn's body fully against hers.  Samantha meanwhile pushed the back of the off-
balanced Carolyn's right leg, and was soon standing in front of the mortified 
woman holding her slacks and shoes.
	Carolyn looked in dismay at Samantha, not realizing she was still holding 
herself tightly to the semi-nude Fawn.
	"Yes, the snaps gone all right," lied Samantha smoothly.  "Zipper looks a 
little ripped too.  But don't worry, there's a sewing machine here that can fix 
anything."
	"I...I really should look at them myself.  They are very expensive."
	"Don't worry.  Tamiko is an excellent seamstress.  That's what she does when 
she's not in school."
	"Well, if I could just take them myself into another room..."
	"Carolyn!"  Fawn said in a quiet yet commanding tone.  "Let her take them.  
Your place is here.  Your here for Tiffany, remember."
	"I can't just stand here undressed like this.  I feel so exposed!" she said 
despondently as she watched Samantha take her clothes down the hall towards the 
bedroom.  In her despair she pressed her body ever tighter to the secretly 
exalting Fawn.
	"Let me go with her. Please..."
	Fawn started to kiss the distraught Carolyn on the neck.
	"Why?  Why is it so important to you to leave now?"
	"Because you're all driving me crazy, that's why!  What is going on here?  
My head's swimming.  I can't think anymore.  I can't even breathe!  And I keep 
losing my clothes!  What is happening here?  I don't understand!"
	"Easy, honey," Fawn murmured as she continued to nibble on Carolyn's sleek 
aristocratic neck.      
	Tamiko slid her right small hand between the tops of the Greek girl's soft 
inner thighs.  She found that the crotchband of Carolyn's panties, still cruelly 
embedded into her sensitive cuntal flesh, were completely soaked with vaginal 
lubricants.  Not satisfied, using her middle finger Tamiko tucked the material 
directly into the steaming vagina, until all that remained was a thin band of 
elastic running down the center of the stunned woman's crotch.
	"I have to leave..." Carolyn moaned, helpless. 
	"You're safe here," Fawn said as her hands moved down Carolyn's back to her 
flaring hips.  She then began kneading each firm buttock through the over-hanging 
blouse.
	Tamiko began working the panties' waistband slowly down the trembling 
woman's hips, stopping so that the band was just above Carolyn's lush pubic 
growth.
	"Why...are you doing that?"  Carolyn gasped.  "Please stop it."
	"Doing what, baby?"  Fawn innocently replied, her mouth pressed hotly 
against the trembling Carolyn's neck.
	"What you are doing to...to me.  To my...to my body.  It...it makes me want 
to melt."
	"Haven't you ever felt this way before?" Fawn whispered as she continued 
working, dragging her lips moistly slowly over the hypersensitive neck, her hands 
deliberately squeezing the firm buttocks through the shirt.  Feeling a signal from 
Tamiko, she moved her hands away from the delicious buttocks and had them firmly 
move up and down Carolyn's back as Tamiko once more started Carolyn's panties on 
their downward journey.
	"No, not ever.  Please, you must stop.  I can't think when you do that..."  
Carolyn lapsed into silence as she continued to be overwhelmed with sensations.
	"Carolyn, you have to stay for Tiffany," whispered Fawn between kisses.  "If 
she sees you leave for any reason, it will spoil everything!  It's very dark in 
here.  Besides, your blouse is long enough that it acts like a skirt.  
Everything's covered, really!  See?"  
	Fawn slid her right hand from Carolyn's back to a spot directly over the 
front of Carolyn's blouse.  To Carolyn's despair, Fawn slid her hand from the 
bottom hemline up over the front of Carolyn's half-open blouse, pausing to press 
her hand deliberately over her bulging pubic mound, her fingers directly on 
Carolyn's abused pussy lips, covered now only by the blouse's the thin material.
	"Oh!" Carolyn gasped as she felt Fawn's hand on her most intimate of places.  
No had ever deliberately touched her there before.  Carolyn almost collapsed when  
she realized that Fawn's hand wasn't moving away.  It remained there!  OH MY GOD! 
her mind screamed.  She was being held by her pussy!
	"See?  What did I tell you?  No one can see," the victorious Fawn murmured 
sweetly, pressing her hand firmly against Carolyn's steaming crotch, her fingers 
working the soft labia.
	"But you're not supposed to..."  The humiliated Carolyn couldn't tell Fawn 
that she was holding her by her crotch!
	Fawn's hand continued its deliberate manipulation of Carolyn's helpless 
pussy.  The confused Greek-American could only hold Fawn in desperation as what 
was happening between her legs tried to take over her very being.
	"Yes, yes! I believe you!" the woman finally gasped, desperate for the girl 
to remove her hand.  "You're right.  Nothing shows!"
	To Carolyn's infinite relief, Fawn's hand finally resumed its journey, 
moving up between the two tightly pressed women.  It went up over Carolyn's soft 
stomach, past her full breasts until it rested on her left cheek.  In Carolyn's 
highly flustered state, she didn't even notice that Fawn had used the opportunity 
to once again completely unbutton her blouse.  
	Carolyn felt close to the end.  Fawn's hand had nearly overwhelmed her.  She 
must leave this place before it was too late for her, yet she couldn't go without 
her clothes.  Carolyn knew that, despite what Fawn was saying, her blouse wasn't 
that long at all. It barely came to the tops of her thighs.  She couldn't even sit 
down now without everything showing!  This was just great!  She'll have to stand 
until Tamiko (where was she, anyway?) returned with her slacks.  And who knows 
when that will be!  She knew she was still in control of the situation, but she 
wasn't sure for how long.  Her body was rapidly going in fact out of control, 
acting in ways she never knew possible.  
	Tamiko continued to remove the totally distracted Carolyn's panties.  She 
lowered the back of the waistband, gently pulling on the material out which had 
been embedded between the crack in the woman's ass.  Next, she lowered the front, 
and carefully began removing all of the material from between Carolyn's now 
swollen pussy lips.  
	Carolyn stood there, conscious of sweat pouring from her every pore.  She 
knew that what few clothes she had left were quite soaked.  Her wet bra was 
becoming terribly uncomfortable, her swollen breasts feeling very sore from the 
constant manipulation from her two companions.  Carolyn found she was having 
trouble breathing, having been reduced to simply gasping for air, her chest 
fighting the tight constriction of her bra strap.
	Her panties felt very wet as well, but at least they didn't feel quite so 
tight anymore.  Even the bunched fabric was thankfully no longer pressing deep 
into her.
	Carolyn continued to cling to the girl in front of her.  She no longer 
really heard or cared what the continuously whispering girl was saying.  Fawn had 
established a direct line into Carolyn's brain and Carolyn couldn't do a thing 
about it.  
	When she found her bra undone for the umpteenth time that night, Carolyn 
didn't really care anymore.  For the moment she was just grateful to be free of 
its terrible constriction.  She would fix it in a moment.
	Now she felt someone's hands pushing her bra cups away from her breasts.  
Her long suffering breasts were exposed at last into the hot air of the apartment. 
Framed by the open blouse and now-useless bra, her stiffened over-heated breasts 
seemed to seek the night air eagerly.  The nipples, excruciatingly stiff and 
sensitive, grew even longer in their new-found freedom.
	 In her relief at momentarily being free of her tight, constricting bra, 
Carolyn forgot that her proud breasts were now defenseless.
	Her one moment of comfort was abruptly shattered when the true assault on 
her hyper-sensitive nipples began.
	Samantha gently tormented Carolyn's left nipple.  She grasped the erect 
tissue between her pure white teeth.  She then slowly bit down until Carolyn cried 
out a little in pain.  By moving her head, she twisted the nipple first left then 
right, then tugged playfully on it until Carolyn's entire breast became taut, her 
nipple feeling as if it were supporting the entire weight of her full breast.  The 
times that Samantha would momentarily release her bite, Carolyn's nipple would 
seem to become even more erect, as if (to Carolyn's dismay) it enjoyed this 
strange and unaccustomed attention.
	The reason that Carolyn didn't protest this outrageous conduct against her 
person was because of what Fawn was doing to Carolyn's right nipple.
	While Samantha was carefully tormenting Carolyn's left nipple, Fawn was 
gently loving the other.  Fawn suckled on the erect nipple, when she wasn't 
tweaking it gently between her slender fingers.  She would periodically bathe the 
hard nipple in her warm saliva, being careful to include to surrounding areola as 
well.  This nipple too responded in an astounding way to Fawn's careful 
ministrations.
	The sensations radiating from her vulnerable nipples shot through Carolyn's 
entire over-stimulated body like lightning.  Even Tamiko's half-sensed and 
increasingly bold (yet still undetected) workings on her most private of places 
were totally drowned out by this new raging torrent of sensations.
	For once in her life, the always-in-control Carolyn didn't know what to do!  
This dual assault on her breasts was driving her crazy!  Not just that, but the 
girls' hands now seemed to be everywhere on her, although they still seemed to be 
especially fascinated by her poor breasts and nipples.  Somehow she knew that they 
had by now even gotten into her panties.  She could feel how probably Samantha had 
dipped her hands under the elastic waistband her panties and was now kneading her 
buttock-flesh directly.  Someone's hands were actually touching her increasingly 
sensitive buttocks!  
	Even her most private of areas, her vulva and vagina, was not immune to 
their reach.  She was now sure that something was definitely happening there, but 
what it was her bewildered mind had not a clue.
	Oh, damn this stupid idea of hers!  It was just to have that silly bitch 
Tiffany become part of a group, but it was really spinning out of control.  All 
she could do was to cling to Fawn like a drowning person would cling to a raft, as 
Fawn and Samantha continued to drive her mad.
	Carolyn knew that her ordeal would end only when Tiffany's initiation was 
complete.  And the way Tiffany was reacting, this could go on all night!
	Tiffany felt totally drained.  Covered in sweat and vaginal fluid, she lay 
sprawled in a warm glow of total satisfaction on the couch, not caring for the 
moment of her surroundings.  Her simple acts of juvenile masturbation were nothing 
compared to the mind-blowing experience of this evening.  Already, the first 
twinges of guilt were entering her mind.  She was only beginning to realize that, 
like it or not, she had just given herself totally to a group of women!  My God! 
she thought.  She had never even thought about doing it with one, let alone a 
group!  And what if it shows in the morning?   What could she do then?  How would 
she ever face her parents after that?
	Finally, the sound of a woman's groaning caused her to thankfully leave her 
disquieting thoughts.  She sat up and looked around the apartment.  In her part of 
the room, she was alone.  However, she noticed in the semi-darkness that there was 
a large crowd of naked women over in that part of the room where she had last seen 
Carolyn Lord.  
	She rose from the couch and padded barefoot over to the group.  Maria turned 
her head and, smiling, indicated that Tiffany should come and stand with her.  
Cautiously, Tiffany went to stand with her new friend, in fact (as she now 
remembered the group's term) her new sister.
	When she reached Maria, the woman silently indicated that Tiffany should 
stand in front of her.  As soon as she did so, she was finally able to see what 
was going on and gasped with shock and delight at the sight.
	Carolyn Lord stood almost naked, in the center of a semi-circle of nude 
women, virtually surrounded by three girls.  The non-involved watchers all seemed 
to be either touching themselves or someone else as they stared fascinated at the 
scene.  
	The girl directly facing Carolyn, to whom the dazed woman seemed to be 
hanging on to desperately, moved to the side, thereby giving the group a better 
view of the action.  Carolyn was only wearing her blouse, which Tiffany saw was 
completely unbuttoned.  Through the open blouse she saw that Carolyn's bra was 
undone and that two hands covered her breasts.  Her panties had been lowered to 
her thighs and there was another hand between her thighs coming from behind now 
over her pubic area.  
	As the dumbfounded Tiffany watched Carolyn being worked on by the three 
lesbians,  Maria pressed her nude form directly onto the teenager's body standing 
in front of her.  Maria reached around the naked girl to grasp and contentedly 
knead Tiffany's pert breasts as they both waited for the glorious finale.
	Carolyn felt her knees go weak.  She knew she must break free of this 
torment or she would soon collapse to the floor.  She must leave.  She must!
	Tamiko gazed in rapture at the firm naked buttocks quivering before her 
eyes, the now useless panties half-way down Carolyn's thighs, and decided that it 
wasn't such a bad job at that.  Even if it did represent only a single evening's 
work, this proud Greek-American bitch was a fitting trophy to her skills.  She who 
never even knew who or what had hit her!
	Tamiko decided suddenly that it was Carolyn's time.  
While her left hand pushed three slim fingers deep into Carolyn's grasping vagina, 
her right hand reached underneath and, for the first time, paid loving tribute to 
Carolyn's clitoris.
	"AAAaaahhhhh!"  Carolyn's cunt consumed her totally!  Her legs buckled and 
she almost fell.  She was completely unable to do anything now except ride out the 
searing waves of raw sensation that was flooding her very being, as her vagina 
clamped strongly at the invading fingers.
	Sensations were flooding the inexperienced Carolyn.  She felt that if she 
couldn't sit down soon she would faint on the spot.  Drawing on a surprising 
reserve of strength, she gasped "NO!" and broke free of the deadly grasp of 
Samantha and Fawn.  Holding her unbuttoned blouse closed she staggered stiff-
legged over to a nearby chair.  As she moved off, the startled Tamiko withdrew her 
hand from Carolyn's vagina.  She just had enough time to give Carolyn's lowered 
panties a quick pull and they fell unheeded down the moving Carolyn's legs.
	Tamiko looked at the useless panties lying on the floor with a quiet 
satisfaction.  Finally! she thought.  This woman is mine!  Later she would 
carefully clean them and add them to her collection.  For now, however,  there was 
the final movement to be played in tonight's concert.
	Her very being sundered by unbelievable sensations, desperate for a respite 
from the constant stimulation her body had been receiving the entire evening, 
Carolyn stood trembling behind the chair, clutching the chair back desperately 
with both hands.  The top of her head was spinning so badly it was all she could 
do to remain standing.  She felt as if her soul was close to literally exploding, 
and there was nothing she could do to control it.  She desperately needed time 
regain control of herself.  Her over-stimulated body was screaming for release of 
the sexual tension which had been deliberately built within her from the moment 
she entered the apartment.
	If only they would leave her alone!  Carolyn had never really liked her body 
and went to great lengths to keep it under her absolute control.  But tonight was 
somehow different.  Her body was anything but in her control.  She could only 
feverishly hope that no one would touch her any more, because if they did-- she 
knew she was lost!
	Tamiko walked up behind the unsuspecting woman.  Here comes the pay-off, you 
stuck-up American bitch, she thought gleefully.
	"Carolyn, honey", purred the Japanese exchange student.  "You look tired.  
Why don't you sit in the chair and rest a while?"
	She reached around Carolyn and pulled both sides of her open blouse back off 
of her shoulders.
	"Wha.?" asked the shaken Carolyn.
	"Sit down, honey," Tamiko said as she pulled the blouse still further off of 
the trembling woman.
	Carolyn dimly realized that her new friend Tamiko was talking to her, 
telling her to sit down.  She numbly nodded, and walked carefully around the 
chair, headless of her blouse now lying on the floor behind her.
	Carolyn sank gratefully onto the chair, only to gasp in surprise as the cool 
satin fabric came into direct contact with the bare super-heated flesh of her 
unbelievably sensitive vulva.  Oh my God, she thought wearily.  Now my panties are 
gone.  She then felt the chair's fabric on flesh of her back.  My blouse is gone, 
too.  What on earth was happening to me? she wondered.  
	Seated on the chair, covered in sweat and in just her unfastened bra, 
Carolyn knew that she must look a sight.  What happened to my clothes, her stunned 
mind wondered.  I know I was fully dressed when I came here.  What happened?  
Tamiko must help me find my clothes and then I can get dressed, she thought.  Just 
as the room stops spinning and her electrified body calms down.
	Yet, in spite of everything, Carolyn still knew she  was safe.  Tamiko had 
unexpectedly shown up once again to take care of her.
	As her overcharged mind reeled with the fact of her nakedness, Tamiko and 
her cohorts moved in on the stunned Carolyn for the kill.  
	The Oriental stood triumphant in front of the dazed woman.  The nude Tamiko 
gazed deeply into the beautiful yet vacant eyes of the woman seated before her.  
She coolly pushed Carolyn's opened bra straps off her smooth shoulders and down 
her unresisting arms. 
	Carolyn Lord was now totally naked.  Even her sensible jewelry had been 
carefully removed by the girls during the course of the evening. 
	Tamiko seated herself on her haunches directly in front of Carolyn's primly 
closed knees.
	Carolyn sat spellbound and could do nothing as Tamiko easily opened 
Carolyn's knees and spread her thighs far apart.
	"I'm a good girl," Carolyn instinctively whispered.   
	Tamiko sat back to savor one final look, before sending this proud American 
bitch down a path from which she could never recover, or would want too.
	Carolyn, naked and covered in sweat, sat with her back erect, her carriage 
still one of royalty before commoners.  Her shoulders back, her perfect breasts 
thrust proudly into the darkness of the apartment, the nipples looking painfully 
distended.
	Recognizing a familiar sour-sweet odor, Tamiko moved her right hand 
carefully between Carolyn's widespread thighs and confirmed that a growing puddle 
of vaginal fluids was forming on the seat cover.
	Carolyn sensed that something important was going to happen, but had no idea 
what it was to be.  She was vaguely conscious of someone seated directly in front 
of her, but that was all.  She simply sat, gasping for air as she tried 
desperately to get her breath back under control and hope that-in ways she was 
beyond understanding-that her body did not betray her.  For the moment, it was all 
she was capable of doing.
	Tamiko slid both of her hands around Carolyn's narrow waist and placed them 
on the tops of her bare buttocks.  With one swift pull, Carolyn, her bottom 
thoroughly lubricated by her body's fluids, slid easily across the chair's seat 
toward the waiting Tamiko.
	"OH!" gasped the shattered Carolyn.  What was going on now? she wondered. 
	Tamiko positioned her so that she was seated on the very edge of the chair, 
her vulnerable pussy now directly in front of Tamiko's eager face.
	"I'm a good girl," Carolyn repeated.  It was her last defense.
	"I know, honey," replied Tamiko, not unkindly.  "That's why I like you so 
much."
	Tamiko then fastened her mouth on Carolyn's delicious cunt and Carolyn went 
mad!
	Now past the point of conscious thought, Carolyn only knew that her crotch 
had been plugged into an electric outlet and it was driving her insane!
	Her body jumped and shook, her hips bucking wildly, but Tamiko never 
loosened her grip on the prize she had sought all evening.  Her tongue went deep 
into the hot, tight passage, her teeth nibbled on the swollen vulva of her 
struggling victim.
	Carolyn's gyrations finally caused her to fall from the chair onto the thick 
carpet below.  On the floor she found herself too winded to move.
	Taking advantage of this, Tamiko redoubled her efforts, concentrating on the 
woman's erect clitoris.  Carolyn could only lie there and moan, her mind finally 
carried away to other lands.
	The other girls, seeing the change in Carolyn's  behavior, joint Tamiko on 
the floor.  Soon there was not a part of Carolyn's body which did not have a 
sucking mouth, bathing tongue, or caressing hand upon it.  Fueled by pure sexual 
energy, Carolyn's back began to arch, until only her hands and feet were still 
touching the carpet.  Her sensuous body, so long denighed any kind of sexual 
release, had taken over.  Carolyn was awash in the unfamiliar domain of sexual 
pleasure, and her body was loving it.
	Her precious well ordered world, was gone.  Her once well-disciplined body 
now existed only for what was happening in her vagina. Her proud breasts, bouncing 
quite freely on her chest, were constantly being caressed and even sucked with 
impunity.  Her normally immaculate appearance had been reduced to sweat-soaked 
nudity.  She could think of nothing.  Not her humiliating exposure at the hands of 
these formidable girls, not Tiffany, not even escape.  Nothing.  
	All her body wanted was for the unholy fires which were consuming her loins 
to be put out, regardless of how it was to be done.  
	In the end her body won and the unthinking Carolyn grabbed Tamiko's head, 
trying to force it deeper into her hungry cunt.  She moved her bucking hips 
forward to enhance the contact as much as possible.  Tamiko joyfully rode the 
whirlwind as she reveled in her victory over this proud woman, to the applause and 
cheers of the other girls in the group.  
	"Yes, YES!" the crazed Carolyn screamed, all ability at rational thought 
long lost to the searing emotions coming from her cunt.
	Tamiko could sense everyone's impatience to get the magnificent Carolyn 
started on her journey, but that was the trouble with life over here.  No one 
wanted to take the proper time for anything.  Holding firmly to the bucking 
Carolyn's hips, she decided that perhaps they were right after all. 
	Well, when in Rome! Tamiko sighed to herself.  Her almond-shaped eyes 
glittered as the Japanese girl led Carolyn over the edge with a final strategic 
flip of the tongue.   
	"AAAaahhhhhh!" screamed Carolyn as her first orgasm hit her like an express 
train!  Her back arched even higher off of the floor than before, her vibrating 
body suddenly shaking off all of her tormentors, except the tenacious Tamiko.  
Carolyn's vaginal walls clenched so tightly that her freely flowing lubricating 
fluids sprayed like a fountain into Tamiko's face, who took a brief moment to 
hungrily lap up the honey-flavored liquid.  Still bowed over the floor, Tamiko 
quickly brought the quaking Carolyn to her second orgasm before she had even 
finished recovering from her first.  
	The girls could only watch in awe as Carolyn was brought by the skilled 
Tamiko to climax again and again, her glorious body shaking and quivering in 
uncontrolled ecstasy.
	It was after her fifth orgasm, finally overwhelmed by her own emotions, when 
the impeccable Miss Carolyn Lord collapsed spread-eagle and unconscious on the 
carpet.  She lay there, naked, saliva drooling from her open mouth, her hair 
matted in disarray to her head, her magnificent body glistening in the candlelight 
from its covering of various bodily fluids, in an apartment filled with applauding 
and laughing nude women.  
	As was the group's custom, the girls then took turns between Carolyn's wide-
spread thighs, licking up the  flowing vaginal fluids coming from her still 
pulsating cunt, before heading down to the pool for a relaxing swim.  Secure in 
the knowledge that she wouldn't be going anywhere by herself for quite some time, 
they left Carolyn alone in the apartment, sprawled naked on the living room floor.  
	Before they left, they took some very good photographs of her for the 
group's scrapbook.

Part V

	 When the bewildered Carolyn Lord regained her senses, she knew either her 
head, the room or both were spinning like crazy.  She was almost certain she was 
lying on her back on a very comfortable bed in a darkened room, covered with a 
single sheet and feeling very cozy.  Beyond that, things were a little fuzzy.  The 
one thing she was sure of, however, was that between her legs, her pussy was 
feeling especially pleasant.  In fact, she noticed that it was positively 
tingling.  
	"Ooooohhh," she murmured. "That feels sooo good!"  She moved her hips 
slightly, repeatedly, trying to heighten the sensation.  She remained like that 
for quite some time, simply content to lay there, moving her hips and enjoying the 
wonderful sensations her lower belly was radiating all through her body.
	It took her a little longer to realize that her clothes were gone and she 
was naked under the sheet.  Strange.  She never slept naked at her apartment, but 
perhaps she should start.  There was something to be said for the feel of silk 
sheets covering her sensitive body.  She could even feel her nipples standing very 
stiff and erect under the thin sheet.  
	It was some time after that she realized she wasn't alone.  She tried 
closing her legs, but something big was between them. She looked towards the foot 
of the bed and could just make out in the darkness a large lump under the sheet, 
right between her legs!         
	"Oh my God!"  There was a big dog in bed with her!  Doing something to her 
pussy!  
	She started to get up when she heard a high-pitched giggle, and Carolyn 
realized with horror that it was a woman!  A unknown woman was between her legs!  
Touching her!!
	What a nightmare!  She must get her clothes and get out of here.  Fast!
	But the woman wouldn't let her go!  The woman held the struggling Carolyn 
firmly around the waist as she proceeded to show the anguished Carolyn all that 
she knew about oral lovemaking, which was considerable..
	Carolyn's hips bucked and twisted, her hands desperately trying to push the 
head away from her most private of places, but it was no use.  Her assailant clung 
tenaciously to the shapely rocking hips, her mouth making the most of her 
uninterrupted contact with Carolyn's inexperienced vagina.  
	Carolyn stopped struggling after her orgasm, stunned at what had just 
happened to her.  Confused and disoriented after such a rude awakening, she 
vaguely hoped that now her ravisher, having abused her and presumably got what she 
wanted, would now leave her alone. But Carolyn noticed with horror that the 
stranger had not moved from between her legs.
	Tamiko was just getting started.  She enjoyed playing tricks like this on 
unsuspecting Gaijin, especially this one-- the always-in-control and very proper 
Carolyn Lord.  For her, this was the beginning of a, hopefully, very long 
relationship of which the delectable  Ms. Lord would spend in a state of 
considerable undress, doing her bidding.
	Carolyn's body writhed and shook as Tamiko continued to practice an 
experienced and enthusiastic form of cunnilingus on the helpless woman.
	After the fifth orgasm had rocked her to her very soul, the exhausted 
Carolyn mercifully passed out, again!
	
	When she finally awoke late in the morning on Saturday, Carolyn had no idea 
where she was.  She only knew that her body felt sore, like it always did when she 
would over-do it at her health club, and she had a terrible headache.  Her mouth 
was surprisingly dry,  as if she was extremely dehydrated from too much drinking, 
and she felt terribly nauseous.  Even the light pouring in from the window was 
causing her distress.  
	She suddenly sat up in bed, her top sheet falling heedless away from her 
naked form, as those events (those few she could remember, anyway) of the past 
evening returned to her clouded yet horrified mind!  True, the events seemed so 
unreal and fantastic that she doubted her own memory.  But, for Carolyn it was 
enough!
	"JESUS CHRIST!" she cried.
	Quickly, she jumped out of the bed, leaving the sheets crumpled on the bed.  
Nude, she staggered around the bedroom until she found the adjoining bathroom and 
quietly vomited into the toilet.
	She stood up when she was finished, feeling much relieved.  Maybe that was 
it, she thought.  Perhaps she had just eaten the wrong thing yesterday and it gave 
her strange nightmares. She suddenly became very anxious to remove all evidence of 
last night.  She quickly flushed the toilet, and grabbed the first tooth brush and 
tube of tooth paste she could find and proceeded to clean out her foul mouth.  
Afterwards, she ducked into the shower and just stood there, letting the water 
pour over her, first as hot and then as cold as she could stand it.  Feeling a 
little more human after her shower, she returned to the bedroom, determined to get 
dressed and leave this terrible place as quickly as possible.  Those things could 
not have happened, she thought.  There must be some logical explanation.  She was 
a good girl and would never even think of doing such things, let alone allowing 
such things to happen to her.  It must have been some kind of very realistic 
nightmare.  Either way, the less of these people she had to deal with the better!
	Thankfully, she found her suit hanging neatly on a hook beside the bedroom 
door, her shoes directly underneath.  However, she couldn't find her blouse or 
underwear.  Fortunately, her slacks had been repaired in the night.  Not wanting 
to wait and search, she put on what clothes she had, wanting only to leave this 
place as quickly as possible, and not really caring what she looked like while she 
did so.  As far as she was concerned, Tiffany could bring them to her later, or 
they could even mail them.  
	Carolyn looked at the bathroom mirror and sighed.  She knew she was showing 
a great deal of cleavage; and that it was painfully obvious to anyone who cared to 
look that she was wearing nothing under her jacket.  But it couldn't be helped.  
Besides, she would only be at risk until she reached her car and then her 
apartment.
	She took a comb from the dresser and ran a few quick sweeps through her damp 
hair, to give her at least a semblance of respectability.  She left the bedroom 
and quickly walked down the long hall leading towards a small foyer and the front 
door.
	Her unencumbered breasts gently shook beneath the jacket, her highly 
sensitive nipples rubbing against the smooth lining.  A tickling sensation came 
from where her slacks pressed against her naked vulva, probably a seam she never 
noticed before rubbing directly over her highly-sensitive pussy lips.  She could 
feel her over-worked and now traitorous body already responding to these new 
stimuli.  
	"Oh, God! Will this never end?" she muttered as she stopped in the hall to 
try and collect herself.  She heard someone moving about in the front room and 
wanted to be ready.  All she had to do was find her purse and she was out of 
there!
	Crossing her arms below her chest to keep her breasts from moving, Carolyn 
walked erect and proud into the front room.
	The room was empty.  She looked quickly for her purse but couldn't find it. 
In desperation, she started going through the hall closet, then remembered someone 
had taken it into the kitchen for safekeeping.
	Carolyn found Tamiko in the kitchen, dressed in a terrycloth robe, sitting 
at the counter, having coffee.
	"Good morning, lazybones!" Tamiko said brightly.  "Care for some coffee?"
	"No, thank you,"  Carolyn said, coldly.  "I'm just looking for my purse.  Is 
Tiffany here?"
	"No, everyone cleared out early this morning.  I think Maria gave her a lift 
back to her dorm.  She had a marvelous time, by the way, and can't wait to tell 
you all about it when she sees you at work."
	Silence followed while Carolyn made a half-hearted attempt to locate her 
missing handbag, all the time trying to avoid the stare of the girl.  If only she 
could be sure how good a friend Tamiko really was, she thought.  
	"About last night..." began Tamiko.
	"Yes."
	"What did you think of our little ceremony?"
	 "I can't think very clearly this morning.  My head hurts for some reason 
and I really don't remember much about it.  I just want my purse and to leave, 
thank you." She said coldly.  
	"It's right there on the counter."
	Carolyn saw her lying in plain view on the kitchen counter.  Feeling 
foolish, she grabbed it and started to walk out of the kitchenette.
	"You mean you can't remember anything from last night?" Tamiko called to 
Carolyn's back.
	Carolyn stopped.  Memories of the past evening began flooding her mind.  She 
turned to face Tamiko.
	"I remember Tiffany being...examined."  Carolyn started to feel very 
uncomfortable being here.
	"And..." Tamiko added, helpfully.
	"And two of your friends, Fawn and Samantha, stayed with me the entire 
evening.  They kept trying to...to...touch...and...and...take my clothes off."
	"Why would they want to do that?  With your clothes, I mean."
	"Well.  I remember that I was very  warm.  Later, I had trouble with my 
slacks and Samantha took them to be fixed."
	"Here, sit down.  Have some coffee."
	As Tamiko got up for the coffee, the tired Carolyn returned to the counter. 
Coffee would be good, she thought.  Some of previous feelings of affection for 
this little Japanese girl from the night before were slowly returning to her.  
Tamiko is always looking out for me, she thought.  Gratefully, she sank onto one 
of the stools at the counter.  
	"Oh my!" gasped the surprised Carolyn as something fuzzy wrapped itself 
around her crotch.  
	"Are you all right?" 
	"Oh, yes.  Just tired."  Must be some loose threads, she thought, from 
Tamiko's repair work.  She will take a look at her slacks this weekend when 
there's time.  But, my goodness.  What a feeling!  It will be a relief to change 
out of these.  She couldn't go around feeling like that all day.  
	"And were they?"
	"What?" 
	"Were your slacks repaired?"
	"Yes, they were.  Good as new in fact,"  Carolyn lied.  They were fine, 
except for that spool of thread or something you left in the crotch, she thought  
Still, she at least attempted to fix them.  
	"Thank you.  Sam had said that you were a good seamstress." 
	"You are welcome.  What happened after your slacks?"
	"The last thing I remember was Sam taking my slacks away.  Everything after 
that is a total blank, except for..."
	"Except for what?"
	"I...can't tell you.  It's very embarrassing.  I've never...I've never felt 
so ashamed." sobbed Carolyn as she broke down on her stool.
	"Come with me," gently commanded Tamiko.  She led the distressed Carolyn by 
the shoulder over to one of room's plush couches.  
	Tamiko settled the crying Carolyn on the couch, then went for a box of 
tissues and their coffee mugs.  When she seated herself next to the sobbing woman, 
Carolyn immediately turned and through her arms around the waiting Tamiko.  
	 "Now, now.  Tell me all about it.  I'm sure it's nothing at all," said 
Tamiko, as she tried to reassure the stricken woman as she gave Carolyn the first 
of many face tissues.
	Carolyn hugged her friend tightly, unable to speak through her sobbing of 
the unthinkable things she was sure had happened to her last night.  She just 
continued to clutch Tamiko and cried.  After a moment, she felt Tamiko's hands 
moving between them, and the buttons of her jacket becoming open.
	"What are you doing?" Carolyn sniffed between sobs, still unable to 
relinquish her hold on Tamiko.
	"Your crying all over your jacket.  This is too nice to ruin like that," 
Tamiko said quietly, as she quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons.  "Come on, 
lean back.  This has to come off."
	"Yes, your right," sobbed Carolyn as she obediently leaned backward.  Tamiko 
pulled the opened jacket off of Carolyn's shoulders and down her arms.  She folded 
the jacket carefully and placed it on the coffee table in front of them.
	Carolyn immediately returned to holding Tamiko tightly, careless of the fact 
that she was now nude above the waist.  She was finally getting her crying almost 
under control when she felt something at her waist, and then heard the sound of a 
zipper.  She suddenly realized that Tamiko had now unfastened her slacks.
	"Your starting to ruin these as well.  So, off they go!"
	"Do they have to?" inquired Carolyn meekly, between sobs.  In her reason-
shattered mind, she knew only that the sole person who offered her any concern or 
comfort lately was this sincere Japanese girl.  Because of that, her dependence on 
Tamiko had grown so quickly that she was prepared to do whatever she wished.  Yet, 
she still felt uneasy.  Oh My! she thought.  I remember now- no undies!
	"But I'm not wearing any..."
	"Yes, I know.  But, your slacks must come off.  Don't worry about underwear, 
I've seen you before, remember?  Now, lift."  
	Carolyn, rocked at this most casual reminder of the most embarrassing moment 
in her life, could only hang her head in shame and passively raise her hips to 
allowed Tamiko to pull her slacks down past her hips.  The slacks quickly made 
their way down her thighs and off her legs.  Carolyn saw that the girl had removed 
her shoes for good measure.
	At least Tamiko was keeping her clothes close for a change, she thought 
numbly, as she automatically covered her pubes and breasts.  Her slacks were 
carefully folded and joined the jacket on the table.  Her shoes were placed 
alongside the couch.
	Tamiko returned to her place alongside the stricken woman.  Carolyn sat 
primly, right arm across her breasts, left hand over her pubic area, legs tightly 
pressed together, while the tears continued to flow down her high-set cheeks.  
	Carolyn felt Tamiko's arm extend comfortingly around her shoulders and she 
let the Japanese girl pull her against her, so that they were now seated chest-to-
chest, with Carolyn's arms trapped awkwardly in front of her.
	"What's wrong, honey?" Tamiko asked quietly.
	"Something happened to me last night, and I...don't know what it was.  I 
can't remember anything!  Plus, I'm...I'm not even dressed," Carolyn wailed.
	"That's all right, honey.  It's not important.  Let me show you," Tamiko 
said reasonably, as she slipped out of her own robe.  "Now, I'm not dressed 
either.  Is this so bad?" the wily Japanese asked, as she gently but firmly pulled 
Carolyn's arms from their protective stance and placed them around her own slim 
waist. 
	"But it's not right.  I...we should be dressed," Carolyn sobbed as she found 
a surprising refuge within Tamiko's comforting arms, pressing herself tighter 
against the nude Japanese girl, to avoid having to face the fact of her own 
nudity.
	Tamiko did not respond.  She just continued to hold Carolyn, her hands 
moving over the woman's bare back in a soothing manor.  She exulted in the feel of 
Carolyn's warm, firm flesh, her full breasts pressed against Tamiko's own small 
mounds, their nipples occasionally making electric contact.
	It was not until she found herself nude once again did Carolyn finally get a 
grip on her outraged emotions.  Her sobbing quieted to sniffles, which quieted to 
silence.  She remained where she was, her face pressed against the base of 
Tamiko's neck, her full breasts tight against the front of the girl's chest.  She 
still could not get herself to speak openly about the events that so shocked her 
last night, yet she knew that eventually she would have to, otherwise she might 
just be spending the entire day naked in this apartment.  But, the funny thing 
was, that prospect didn't scare Carolyn near as much as it would have yesterday, 
because of Tamiko.  Tamiko was with her now.  Carolyn was certain, although she 
could not yet understand why, that Tamiko would always be there to help her.  Even 
so, she still had to take care of herself.
	"I feel much better now, Tamiko," Carolyn whimpered, speaking into Tamiko's 
neck.  "I can't thank you enough for helping me." 
	She reluctantly pulled her head back so she could look at Tamiko's face.
	"I don't know what could have come over me like that. Thank you for caring."
	"It is all right, my precious.  It is all right," Tamiko murmured, patting 
the nude Carolyn gently on the hip.
	Tamiko knew that the crying was over, and the tissue box empty.  Although 
the prospect of spending a Saturday morning being held by a nude Carolyn Lord was 
delightful, she could think of an even  better thing to do with her.  It was time.
	"Well, Tamiko.  I think I should be getting dressed and leaving now," 
Carolyn said, as she moved forward to retrieve her clothes from the table.
	"Good," replied Tamiko, as she grabbed the surprised Carolyn by the 
shoulders and pushed her back onto the couch.  "But first, you will tell me 
exactly what happened last night to make you so upset.  You've had more that 
enough time to prepare yourself."
	"But I can't," wailed Carolyn, feeling herself suddenly close to the point 
of crying again. "It's so embarrassing."
	"Carolyn, you are not leaving this couch until you tell me what you think 
happened.  I really would like to know.  If you were molested or something in my 
apartment, I need to know about it.  But first, I want you to lean back."
	Carolyn obediently leaned back on the couch.  As she sat there, she suddenly 
felt very vulnerable.  She quickly crossed her legs and again quickly covered her 
breasts with her right arm and her pubic area with her left hand.
	Tamiko grunted "Humph" in disgust and pulled Carolyn's arms down to her 
sides.
	"Now, I want you to rest your head as far back on the couch as it will go."
	Placing her head on the back of the couch, Carolyn found herself staring at 
the ceiling.  She knew her breasts were totally exposed and vulnerable, jutting 
out in a most shameless fashion, but there was nothing she could do about it.  
	"Now, I want the story.  But, remember this.  You can hid nothing from me.  
I can see into your very soul right now and can tell if you are speaking the truth 
or some flimsy rationalization.  This is a very serious matter.  I remember what 
you said earlier about the girls.  Fawn and Sam are very close friends of mine."
	"I sorry," Carolyn said, meekly.  "I didn't mean to..."
	"Don't be sorry.  Be right.  Now, no matter what you feel or think you feel 
from this time forward, keep your eyes shut and keep talking.  Remember, eyes shut 
and keep talking, no matter what.  It's important.  I want to show you something.  
OK?"
	"OK."  
	Now what am I getting myself into? Carolyn wondered as she closed her eyes.  
She gathered herself for the ordeal to come.
	"I was in bed..." she began.
	"So far so good." said Tamiko as she slipped off the couch.  She gathered up 
all of the clothes on the coffee table, and took them to the kitchenette counter, 
where they would be out of harms way.
	"...and...someone was with me," continued Carolyn softly, when she felt 
Tamiko's return to the couch.
	"Oh, ho," Tamiko said as she uncrossed Carolyn's legs.
	Tamiko swung her right knee over the reclining Carolyn's waist, being 
careful to place it directly on the woman's hand laying at her side.  She did the 
same with her left knee and Carolyn's left hand.
	"Tamiko!  You're on my hands.  It hurt's and I can't move them."
	"Yes, I know. So far, all you have told me doesn't sound particularly 
sinister.  We had a full house here last night and had to double up on the beds.  
Be happy you didn't end up on the floor like some of them," she said direly.
	Carolyn was very confused.  This wasn't going at all like she thought it 
would.
	Tamiko sighed.  Now to the main event, she thought.
	"Now, tell me about Samantha and Fawn. From what they told me this morning, 
they only did exactly what you wanted them to do, nothing more or less."
	As Tamiko talked, Carolyn tried to get her hands free, but couldn't.  Oh my 
God! she thought.  She's naked and sitting on me.  As if that weren't bad enough, 
her pubes are right on top of mine.  She could feel them rubbing through her pubic 
hair!  Carolyn was just about to order her to get off, when the injustice of 
Tamiko's statement came to her.
	"That's not true!" Carolyn protested.
	"OK, then.  So tell.  Tell me all about Samantha and Fawn."
	"Well, they...OH!" gasped Carolyn, when she felt Tamiko lick her left 
nipple.  
	"Don't stop.  Keep talking," Tamiko ordered.
	"Yes.  They were on either side of me and...Oh My!"  Carolyn's right nipple 
had just been tweaked.
	"They were both acting very strangely.  They were... They were acting as if 
I were a man."
	"That you certainly are not," Tamiko said, gently cupping Carolyn's breasts 
for emphasis, rubbing her thumbs on the erect nipples.  Her hips started a 
rhythmic motion as Tamiko gently rubbed her pussy over Carolyn's.
	"Tamiko, please. You shouldn't be doing that," said the breathless Carolyn.
	Tamiko continued her administration of Carolyn's breasts. 
	"So, what did they do to you"
	"They were touching me and...and kissing me."
	"Where were they doing this?"
	"In the living room."
	"Where on you, idiot."
	"Oh.  On the neck."
	"You mean like this...and like this...and this...and this...and this..." 
said Tamiko as she repeatedly kissed Carolyn's sculptured neck.
	Carolyn felt herself turning into melted butter.  Tamiko's hands on her 
breasts, lips on her throat, and the constant rubbing at her crotch were a 
combination that was causing Carolyn to loose her mind.  Her hips were jerking 
uncontrollably in an effort to escape Tamiko's constant attention there.
	"Oooh, Tamiko.  I can't think when you do that.  Please stop."
	Tamiko ignored her and continued her love-making.  
	"What happened then?"
	"When, what?"
	Carolyn was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate.  Tamiko was giving 
sensations and feelings she had never known herself capable of experiencing-- 
except in her dreams.  Between the shocks her body had received in the past 12 or 
so hours and Tamiko's activities now, Carolyn's mind was reeling.  She didn't know 
what to do anymore.  All she could comprehend at this time was that, ever since 
she had come to this apartment, her body had never been so out of control.  
	Tamiko continued her expert manipulations on the vulnerable woman located 
beneath her.  Carolyn tried to talk but found that she could only groan, the 
ability for speech being beyond her mental abilities, so overwhelmed was she with 
previously unknown sensations.  Unconsciously, her hips were now moving in time 
with Tamiko's, deliberately rising to enhance to exquisite contact.  Carolyn 
suddenly realized that she had thrown her shoulders back to place her breasts more 
firmly into Tamiko's hands.  Oh, my God!  What was she to do? She wondered.
	Tamiko saw that Carolyn was finally ready for her.  She shifted her body so 
that she no longer straddled the nude Carolyn.  She positioned herself so that she 
could look directly down on Carolyn's beautiful, up-turned face.  She lowered her 
head and kissed Carolyn fully and deeply on the lips.
	Carolyn at first was too stunned to do anything.  Tamiko was kissing her!  
She could feel the other woman's tongue gently trying to work its way between her 
closed teeth and into her mouth.  She tried to protest this outrageous behavior, 
but Tamiko kept her mouth pressed firmly on Carolyn's and she could not say 
anything.  Carolyn, her heart racing, tried to make herself relax.  She must quit 
panicking every time Tamiko touched her, she thought.  This girl was only trying 
to help her find out what really happened to her.  She was not someone who was 
trying to reach her, invade her private inner self like some disgusting guy.  She 
was only trying to help her.  If this was she wanted, then this is what Carolyn 
would do.
	Carolyn found herself reacting instinctively to the kiss by tentatively 
putting her arms around Tamiko's neck.  As Tamiko kept on kissing her, Carolyn, 
her mind in a whirl, found herself starting to kiss the young woman back.  She 
opened her mouth slightly and she accepted Tamiko's tongue, which had been trying 
to snake it way through her even white teeth.  Meanwhile, a slim Japanese hand 
slipped between Carolyn's partially closed thighs and began to gently stroke her 
super-charged  pussy lips.
	Tamiko finally broke the kiss, although her hand remained working between 
Carolyn's thighs, and Carolyn found herself gasping for air.
	"What did you do that for?"
	"Why not?"
	She felt a pleasant tingling sensation below her belly and bent her head 
forward.  Carolyn froze when she saw Tamiko's hand between at her crotch.
	"Why...why are you doing that?" she stammered.
	"To show you.  This is what happened to Tiffany last night, not to you.  You 
just thought it happened, wanted it to happen, to you."
	"No!  Never!  I'm a good girl!"
	"Oh, really?  Of course you're good.  But, how then do you explain those 
vivid dreams you had last night?"
	"No!  They weren't dreams.  It really happened."  said the befuddled Carolyn 
as she looked beseechingly into the dark, almond shaped eyes above her.  "Didn't 
it?"
	With this first open sign of doubt, Tamiko knew she had truly won.
	 While her mind resisted, Carolyn's body, primed from an evening of 
overwhelming and long denied forbidden pleasures, greedily responded to Tamiko's 
actions.  Totally vulnerable and helpless against Tamiko's expert administrations, 
Carolyn's body had driven all reason from her mind.  She didn't know what was real 
and what wasn't anymore.  She could only sit there, nude and helpless, while 
Tamiko drove her out of her mind with incredible sensations.
	Carolyn found that her terrible cares and worries of the morning were being 
swept away in a sea of pleasure.  Try as she might to deny it, whatever Tamiko was 
doing to her felt very good indeed.  Why did this feel so good? she wondered.  
Normally she hated anyone to get close to her, let alone touch her.  Now here she 
was, a grown woman sitting naked on a living room couch on a Saturday morning with 
a strange oriental girl at least 10-years her junior, and she just wanted it to go 
on and on.  What was happening to her?
	The two lay entwined on the couch, satiated.  Carolyn's fears were, for the 
moment, forgotten.  Tamiko had made her see that she herself had caused whatever 
strange events happened to her last night.  She had no one to blame but her own 
slutty nature.
	But Tamiko had then taken her shame and lifted it to a higher plane.  She 
made it something else.  For the first time in Carolyn's life, she felt truly 
fulfilled as a women.  Trained from early childhood into believing that her only 
recourse for a satisfying relationship was a male, especially a very old fashioned 
Greek one.  Otherwise, she would spend the rest of her life in solitude, because 
all of the men she came into contact with seemed only concerned with themselves 
and their own dirty needs.
	She never realized that her answer to her eternal loneliness might come from 
so unexpected a source as in the form of a beautiful Japanese girl.  Carolyn 
looked at the face of the girl sleeping in her arms and sighed with contentment.
	Carolyn Lord had finally fallen for someone in a big way.  The fact that it 
was a woman who had cunningly seduced her mattered not at all to her, at least for 
the moment.  
	"Thank you," she said softly.
	Tamiko Suzuki had read this woman like a book, and had been hoping for just 
such a reaction.  Carolyn Lord was going to find her life very different from now 
on, and in ways she couldn't possibly imagine.  She chuckled at the thought.
	Carolyn heard the sound and smiled.  She must be having a good dream.  She 
might even be dreaming about me, she thought.  Carolyn wasn't wearing a watch, but 
realized it must be getting late.  There was some work she just had to finish at 
the office today.  Damn.
	"Tamiko.  Tamiko, please wake up.  I really must be going now."
	"Ohio Goziamus.  How are you feeling now?" Tamiko asked, slipping her hand 
over Carolyn's buttocks.  "Are you all right?  You look like you could use some 
sleep."
	"I'm very tired, and my head is killing me.  You know, I would just love to 
go to my apartment and sleep the day away.  But, I only have just enough time to 
change and get to work.  We're having an important conference this afternoon with 
some major clients, and I'm a key player."
	"Then you must go directly from here.  We can have you cleaned, dressed and 
gone in 15 minutes," Tamiko said as she briskly got off the couch and stood up.
	"But I need to change and..."
	"Come on!  There's no time to argue."  Tamiko pulled the confused Carolyn 
quickly to her feet.  Carolyn's body began to sway as her head swam from the 
sudden movement. 
	"Oohh.  I'm so dizzy."
	"A quick shower and you'll be fine,"  Tamiko said as she held the swaying 
woman by the waist.
	Standing in the cool air of the apartment, Carolyn finally realized that she 
was still naked.
	"Do you have another robe, or even a bath towel, I could use.  I can't walk 
around your apartment like this."
	"You've been like that all morning and it hasn't bothered you too much."
	"Tamiko, please..." the blushing Carolyn murmured.  "What if someone should 
come in?"
	"Let me worry about that.  In fact," Tamiko said, slapping Carolyn on her 
delectable rump, "let me worry about everything."
	Tamiko took Carolyn back to the master bedroom, her right arm around her 
waist, her right hand resting casually on Carolyn's right buttock.
	Tamiko steered her directly into the shower stall.
	"Be back in a minute with some towels, honey."
	"Thank you."
	Under the soothing shower, Carolyn began to feel her old self again.  She 
jumped when she heard the shower door open behind her.
	"What?" she gasped, spinning around.
	"Just me," Tamiko said with a grin, brandishing a wash cloth.  "Well, you 
are my guest."  She entered the glass cage and quickly shut the door.
	"I can wash myself, thank you," Carolyn said, with bite. Perhaps she'll get 
the hint, she thought, as she turned her back on her and adjusted the water to 
full force.  Grabbing the soap, Carolyn furiously started to cover herself with 
suds.
	Whoa! thought Tamiko.  Attitude!  We'll just have to fix of that, and soon, 
too.
	"Oh, come on.  It's a lot faster this way," Tamiko said persuasively as she 
began using the soaped up cloth on the trembling Carolyn's suddenly tense back.  
	Tamiko knelt down behind her and lovingly began to soap the Greek beauty 
from the toes up.  When she reached her waist, Carolyn had by then stopped soaping 
herself and could only passively wait for what was to come, lost once again in 
Tamiko's touch.  After thoroughly washing the firm half-moons of Carolyn's 
buttocks, Tamiko started working the cloth between her partially opened thighs.  
She brought the dazed Carolyn close to climax several times before finally 
allowing her release.  
	Carolyn, spent, sank to the floor of the shower, where Tamiko continued her 
soaping of the beautiful woman with quick, efficient strokes.
	When she was finally finished, she had to help the exhausted Carolyn to her 
feet and carefully washed the soap off of her.  She turned off the water and led 
the pliant woman out of the shower.  As Carolyn leaned on a wall for support, 
Tamiko briskly dried her with a large towel.  She then led the docile woman back 
to the bedroom.
	"Where are my clothes?" Carolyn asked.
	"Your suit is on the kitchen counter."
	"And my blouse and...underthings?"
	"I sent them to the cleaners with Fawn early this morning.  I didn't think 
you would be needing them quite so soon.  Don't worry.  They should be ready about 
1 p.m. or so."
	"But, I can't leave here without...my things.  Everyone would notice.  I 
must get home and change.  I  am very late already."
	"Don't go home.  Just go to work as you are.  No one will notice anything.  
I'll bring you the remainder of your clothes then they are done this afternoon."
	"But Tamiko, I can't do that.  I'll be so...exposed.  I can't go out in this 
without a blouse and underwear."
	"My precious.  Trust me, you'll be fine.  You'll be the only one who will 
know how you are dressed.  Anyway, It will just be for an hour or so."
	"Are you sure?  I don't feel right about..."
	"No time to argue! We need to get you dressed and out of here, now!"
	Carolyn's mind was spinning.  Things were happening too fast for her right 
now.  She just didn't know what was the right thing to do anymore.  Carolyn had 
never felt so tired, and it interfered with her thinking.  Perhaps Tamiko was 
right after all.  It seemed she usually was.
	"Oh, all right!  I'll go straight there.  and thank you for your offer.  
That's really very kind of you.  I hope that it's not an inconvenience or 
anything."
	"Trust me, it is not problem at all."
	Carolyn looked deep into the dark almond-shaped eyes of her new friend and 
felt lost in them.  What an extraordinary effect this young woman had on her, she 
marveled.  Absolutely extraordinary.
	"You know, you've been very nice to me, and I really appreciate it.  I only 
hope that some day I'll be able to repay your kindness and generosity."
	"That's all right.  I'm sure we'll think of something you can do.  Now, off 
to work and I'll meet you there with your clothes.  Maybe!" Tamiko said as she 
pushed the laughing Carolyn out the door.
	
	Tamiko didn't tell her the real reason she had to spend the day without 
changing or her underwear.  It wasn't just a question of training.  Tamiko had 
altered the crotch of Carolyn's slacks.  Now, whenever she walked her pussy will 
be slightly but constantly stimulated.  And when she sits down anywhere, oh 
sister!  Plus, her magnificent tits will be constantly moving, rubbing those 
sensitive unprotected nipples against the silk lining of her jacket.  By the end 
of the day, the prim and proper Miss Carolyn Lord will have unknowingly stimulated 
herself to a frenzy.
	Tamiko could hardly wait.

Part VI

	Feeling dazed and full of misgivings, Carolyn drove to her firm's offices.  
She knew that she was hardly dressed for work, let alone anything else for that 
matter. But, she realized that Tamiko was (once again) correct. She was so late, 
and the day so important, that there was nothing for it but to carry on as she was 
and hope she wouldn't embarrass herself or the firm before Tamiko arrived with her 
clothes.  
	Terribly distracted, she almost had three accidents before she learned to 
sit on the very edge of the car seat.  It was the only way she could relieve the 
maddening pressure that extra cloth (or whatever it was that Tamiko had 
accidentally placed in the crotch of her slacks) was causing.  She was also 
acutely conscious of her firm breasts' movement within her jacket, the rubbing 
nipples sending constant pinwheels of sensations through her already overheated 
brain whenever she moved.
	She had never felt so exhausted, so completely used before now.  And yet, 
and yet.  Strange as it seemed, deep down she had never felt so at peace with 
herself.  It was ridiculous.  After one wild party that she couldn't even really 
remember, and a surprising (if rather pleasant, now that she thought about it) 
morning spent with her new special friend, Carolyn felt like an entirely different 
woman.  More complete, somehow. 
	Ok, Ok, she thought.  She knew what she did with Tamiko  this morning was 
terribly, terribly wrong, and that she would now probably burn in Hell forever for 
it (thanks a lot, God!).  But, why, oh why, did it have to feel so good to be with 
her like that?
	She desperately wanted time to work out all of these strange new thoughts 
and impressions, but realized that it wasn't going to be possible for a while.  
Perhaps after work, before she got together with Tamiko this evening.  At her 
apartment she could finally get out of this damned suit that was driving her 
crazy, and into some less-stimulating clothes.  Then, following a very long nap, 
she would be able to think clearly again.
	So busy was she with her thoughts that she didn't even realized she had 
already parked in the building's basement garage.  
	Sighing, she looked about the mostly deserted garage.  She saw that only 
that section of the place belonging to her law firm was occupied.
	"Better get a move on," she said, as she gathered her brief case from the 
trunk.
	"Looks like I'm the last to arrive, damn it!" she said with feeling after 
surveying the parking lot one last time.
	She proceeded to walk carefully yet swiftly to the building's main lobby, 
trying to keep her annoying breast movements to a minimum.  
	Carolyn confidently stepped into the elevator from the (thankfully) deserted 
building's lobby, only 60 minutes late.  In the elevator, she pushed the button 
for the top floor and the elevator silently began its long journey to the 30th 
floor.  As usual, she carefully reviewed her reflection in the polished metal 
doors and her confidence quickly began to evaporate.
	"Oh, my God!" she muttered.  "What could I have been thinking?"
	Tamiko had made everything sound so natural and realistic this morning.  All 
she had to do was go to work and Tamiko would bring in her missing clothes.  The 
apartment laundry service was very fast, she had said.  Her things would be done 
in just a few hours.  Long before her important conference.  Long before anyone 
would even notice the difference.
	Like hell they wouldn't! 
	Carolyn watched her reflection with a sick fascination.  For a moment all 
she could think was: They would know, they would know, they would know.  
	She never wore the same outfit two days in a row.  Worse, it was in fact 
considerably less than the same outfit, and it showed.
	The deeply cut jacket, which usually showed her starched, high-neck blouses 
to advantage, was now showing just her!  Coming here without blouse and bra was 
insane.  It was painfully obvious to anyone who cared to look that she was quite 
naked under her suit jacket.  And the dress codes at the firm were very strict.  
She should know, since the codes were her idea.
	Carolyn grimly acknowledged the fact that until her best and possibly only 
friend showed up, she would have to be especially careful, less she inadvertently 
expose herself in the office.
	The fact that she was also without panties and even hose today didn't worry 
her, as there was no way anyone was going to know about that.
	If only she hadn't been so late getting here, she thought.  She would have 
had time to return to her apartment first and all would have been well.  She never 
slept over at anyone's place, in spite of the many invitations she had received in 
the past to do so.  What happened to her last night that she couldn't even go 
home?
	She simply did not have an answer.
	However, tired as she was, she did remember vividly what had happened with 
Tamiko on the living room couch  this morning!  Wow!  She blushed at the thought 
of Tamiko and her, both naked on the couch.  
	It was a good thing no one saw us, she thought.  Even something innocent 
like Tamiko comforting her might start people talking.
	I know, I know, she thought.  I'll probably burn for it.  I know.
	If only thinking wasn't so damn difficult this morning.  Her head still felt 
like it was stuffed with cotton, and there was this weird headache behind her left 
eye.  If she didn't know better, she would swear she had a hangover.  But Tamiko 
had assured her repeatedly about there being no alcohol in what she was drinking 
last night.  Must be an allergic reaction to something, she reasoned.
	Maybe that would also explain why her body felt so different this morning.  
It was alive!  It was positively tingling with sensations.  Her skin felt like it 
was glowing.  Her unencumbered breasts, ceaselessly moving when she walked, caused 
the constantly erect nipples to graze the lining of the jacket and send some very 
non-working professional-type signals to her nervous system.  Her pubic area, in 
almost constant contact with something in the crotch seam, was feeling very wet.  
She would have to find a restroom soon to dry herself off, or she seriously risked 
staining her slacks.
	Looking at her reflection, Carolyn realized that she could do something 
about the slacks right then.  If she wore them much, much lower on her hips, her 
poor crotch would be free of this inadvertent yet constant stimulation.
	Placing her briefcase on the floor beside her, Carolyn reached under the 
front of her jacket and opened the front of her slacks.  She slid down the 
waistband until she was sure the naughty material couldn't bother her  anymore.
	She lifted up her jacket to see how much skin she would be showing.  Oh, my! 
she thought, laughing.  I look like a belly dancer!  
	She stood there, wondering if her still opened slacks were not a bit too low 
when the elevator doors unexpectedly began to open.
	"Shit!" she cried.  The elevator had stopped at a lower floor and she hadn't 
even noticed!
	Carolyn just had time to re-fasten her waistband and try to assume a casual 
look when the doors completely opened to reveal a young, pimply-faced man wearing 
a messenger uniform.
	"Is this elevator going down?" he inquired.
	"No, it is going up!" snapped Carolyn, ashamed of herself for almost being 
caught undressed by this young idiot.
	"Oh.  Guess I'll wait then," he replied good naturally, and then stood in 
front of the opened doors, watching her.
	As the doors finally closed, Carolyn saw his eyes drop and then enlarge into 
perfect circles.  The last thing Carolyn remembered about him was his jaw dropping 
open.
	"Now what," she grumbled as she looked into the mirrored surface of the 
doors.
	"Oh, God!"  
	Carolyn saw that she had caught part of her jacket front in the waistband of 
her slacks, which revealed perfectly the fact that her zipper was down.  It also 
revealed the fact that her pubic area was totally exposed!
	"I'm going home," she said as she straightened her jacket and zipped up her 
slacks.  "I just can't do this."
	The elevator finally stopped at her floor.
	Perhaps the doors will not open this time, Carolyn thought hopefully.  And 
if they do, I'll just stand here in a back corner where no one can see me.  Then, 
to home and bed.
	In her agitation at being caught, she forgot about the door-close button.
	The doors quietly slid open and Carolyn knew that she had immediately been 
spotted by the firm's receptionist, Mrs. Johnson, who was seated at her desk 
located directly in front of the elevators across the room.
	"Hi, Carolyn.  Everyone's been looking for you."
	"Thanks," Carolyn said.  It's not fair, she wailed to herself as she weakly 
waved a hand in greeting.  She picked up her briefcase and wearily trudged toward 
the reception desk.
	I'm trapped now, she thought, resigned to her fate.  All I can do now is 
prepare for the meeting, and pretend to everyone that nothing is wrong with me 
today.
	Her confidence of the morning had completely disappeared.  The episode in 
the elevator had left her feeling strangely defeated, as if she was to meet an 
important challenge today and had already lost.
	As usual, it's my own fault, she thought, as she walked past the desk.  
Maybe all I should do is just accept my fate.  She felt too tired now to do much 
of anything else.
	"Could you help me a moment.  I need that phone directory in the red binder 
on the top shelf and I can't leave the desk."
	"Sure, no problem," Carolyn mumbled.  The lazy bitch, why can't she get it 
herself, she wondered.  But, she put her case down and went over the tall set of 
shelves set into the wall.  By stretching, she was barely able to reach the 
directory.
	Mrs. Johnson's eye's flashed when Carolyn's jacket pulled up, revealing her 
bare midriff and the top of her very low-riding slacks.  Just as she suspected.  
The haughty Miss Lord was surprising forgetful about clothes this morning, 
underwear in particular.
	"No blouse today?" the receptionist sweetly inquired, antenna quivering.
	"I, ah. I spilled some tea on it during the drive over," Carolyn replied as 
she handed the directory to the receptionist.  "I dropped the blouse off at the 
cleaners before I came, so it wouldn't become stained.  That's why I'm so late."
	She turned and quickly moved to where she left her brief case.  Grabbing the 
handle, she walked toward the hallway leading to one of the large administration 
offices.  Sensing Mrs. Johnson's eyes following her, she increased her pace across 
the reception area, hoping to avoid any more embarrassing questions concerning her 
appearance, especially about her obviously missing bra.
	"Got your bra too, huh?"
	Damn, thought Carolyn.  Can't I ever get a break?
	"Yes, wouldn't you know."
	"Ooh, that could hurt.  Hope you didn't burn yourself."
	"No, no.  It was iced tea.  Have a good day, Mrs. Johnson."  And please stay 
away from me, Carolyn silently added as she practically ran from the room, her 
unencumbered breasts gaily dancing on her chest as she moved.
	
	As Carolyn left the reception area, Mrs. Johnson's fingers began to dance on 
her inter-office communications console.  The fact that something unusual was 
definitely going on with Carolyn Lord today spread through the office like 
wildfire.  Soon every paralegal and secretary in to work that day was aware of 
Carolyn's appearance and its implications.  
	Everyone at the firm had always been at least reasonably sure of the Friday 
night activities of Maria and her friends.  When word got out that the untouchable 
Carolyn Lord was actually going to escort the new trainee Tiffany Goodbody to one, 
the office betting began as to weither or not Carolyn would participate or not, 
and if so, how far could they get her to go.
	And now, here she was, wearing the same suit as the day before (which meant 
she hadn't been back to her apartment since leaving work yesterday), and otherwise 
looking positively used.  Even her usual light coating of make-up was missing.
	Even better, the usually modestly-dressed Miss Lord was positively flaunting 
her body today by not wearing  blouse or bra.  Probably not wearing any panties 
either, according to Mrs. Johnson.  It was shocking.  This kind of behavior coming 
from someone who wouldn't hesitate to run complaining to the associates and even 
the partners whenever a skirt was too high or a neckline too low, not too mention 
whenever she saw some innocent (and some not- so-innocent) flirting with the 
higher-ups going on.  And sexual harassment complaints, oh brother!  She 
established the office procedures, and used them, too.
	Well!  If the high and mighty Carolyn Lord decided she could now act the 
slut, just because it suited her to do so, and get away with it, she had another 
think coming.
	Carolyn's erstwhile co-workers knew that she must have had a very 
interesting night and couldn't wait to get all the dirt from Maria.  But, even 
without knowing the details, it was obvious to their experienced eyes that the 
virginal Carolyn had finally gotten herself laid (but good!), and was in fact 
still reeling from the effects. 
	The other paralegals of the firm had always been quite jealous of Carolyn's 
competence and obvious high standing with the firm's partners and associates.  Her 
natural coolness toward their gestures of friendship only aggravated their dislike 
if not hatred of her.
	Over freely flowing daiquiris late one Friday afternoon, a group of the more 
senior paralegals and secretaries decided that what that "stuck-up bitch" actually 
needed was for someone to show her just what her place really was at the firm.  
All agreed that, with the right opportunity, they would be more than willing to 
expose her to the higher-ups for what she really was.  Just what terrible thing it 
was that Carolyn Lord was suppose to be (other then that she was young, good-
looking and effective at her job) was never really made clear, as their table was 
quite littered with empty daiquiris glasses by then.    
	But the need for collective action on their part, to be taken against her at 
some future time, that was clearly understood by all.
	And now, it looked like their golden opportunity had come at last.
	Even without knowing the details, the office collectively realized the 
normally impeccable, highly capable, and very reserved Miss Carolyn Lord was 
highly vulnerable today.  Perhaps now was the perfect time for the stuck-up bitch 
to get a little of the comeuppance she had coming to her!
	The Daiquiris Group, picking up allies along the way, decided that, since 
she seemed to be offering her body, it was up to them to figure a way of taking 
it.  Lesbian or not, everyone wanted in on it.  They had all been fooled by her 
inflexible act of high morality long enough. 
	As she walked to her corner (no mere cubical for her), Carolyn could sense 
the intense activity going on all around her.  Even on normal Saturdays it could 
become very busy here, but today everyone seemed absolutely frenzied.  Phones were 
ringing and conversations positively buzzed all over the cubicles that divided the 
large administration office.  Must be that today's big conference has gotten 
everyone excited, she thought.
	She knew that it was a very important initial meeting with the 
representatives of a potential client, Littov Industries.  If it proved 
successful, within six months the firm could have its biggest client ever.
	It was Carolyn's function to ensure that all was prepared for the 
conference.
	When she reached her normally spotless desk, she found it covered with 
action memoranda and phone message slips.  Her voice mail indicator was blinking 
furiously.  She decided she had better start dealing with that before the machine 
had a nervous breakdown.
	But, first things first.  She sat at her desk and opened the draw which 
contained her office make-up kit.  As she put on her face for the day, the 
troubling events of this morning faded into insignificance.  Carolyn was back in 
her element, and she knew there was far too much for her to be responsible about 
to have time to worry about anything else.
	She clicked on her voice mail, listening carefully as she applied her make-
up, stopping to make an occasional note as required.  
	She wasn't sure what all the fuss was about.  She had organized things so 
that 90% of the work required for the conference was completed as of Friday 
afternoon.  This morning, barring any new significant developments or taskings, 
would be strictly devoted to easy follow-up work.  Even the conference room was 
already prepared, with handouts, pads, and a catering service scheduled to arrive 
60 minutes prior to the guests with drinks and a buffet.  Only the presentation 
system still needed to be prepared, and a last minute check for dust and such.
	Her face finished, she allowed herself only one brief disapproving glance at 
the ridiculous cleavage being displayed in her vanity mirror before closing it and 
putting her make-up kit back in the drawer. 
	She sighed.  Of all the days for this to happen, she thought.  Of all the 
days.
	"I must put a spare blouse in my make-up drawer," she said.  "A spare set of 
underwear probably wouldn't be a bad idea, either."
	She diligently through all of her phone messages, being sure to log any 
taskers that came from the partners and associates.  She then started in on her 
memos and phone call slips.  30 minutes later she looked at the results.  There 
were exactly three new action items to be taken care of prior to the conference.  
The remainder of all that mess concerned items which she had already completed, 
and of which she had already informed the parties concerned.
	While she was looking for her office bottle of aspirin, Carolyn suddenly 
found herself surrounded by people.  Great, she thought.  On the one day I wanted 
to be left alone, here everyone comes.  It seemed that everyone in the office 
wanted to see her about something or other.
	Carolyn was so intent on handling this crowd that she didn't notice the 
arrival behind her of the firm's senior paralegal and Carolyn's immediate 
supervisor, Ms. Susan George.
	Ms. George had secretly lusted after Carolyn ever since the first day she 
was hired by the firm five years ago.  Trouble was, Carolyn had proved so 
standoffish that she never really had a chance at her.  Until now.
	When she learned that Carolyn had finally been talked into going to one of 
those Friday night orgies attended by some of the younger members, Susan had bet a 
considerable sum of money that Carolyn would remain aloft and not be a 
participant.  Susan wanted her all for herself, after all.
	Now, Susan was furious.  Her gaze down the front of Carolyn's jacket told 
her all she needed to know.  The bitch!  She felt betrayed and was burning with 
thoughts of revenge.  After giving Carolyn's exposed breasts one last heatfilled 
glance, she turned and left without a sound.  Susan needed to talk with her 
friends about this.  She even knew an associate and partner or two who had been 
keeping a not-so-motherly eye on the delectable Miss Lord.
	Thus it was that, on this most important of days, two independent groups 
within the firm were implementing plans to "get" the unsuspecting Carolyn Lord.

End Part VI

Into the Maelstrom:  Part VII

	As the hours passed, Carolyn began to notice that a weird, growing 
nervousness was overtaking her.  The events of the past 12 hours had drained her 
both physically and emotionally.  Her overwrought mind was in no condition to 
understand what was happening to her.  All she knew for certain was that it felt 
as if her whole body was conspiring against her.  It was as if a growing fire was 
burning inside of her, and she couldn't put it out.
	Her unencumbered breasts moved with abandon underneath her jacket, as her 
constantly and painfully erect nipples gleefully rubbed the silk lining, sending 
electric shocks throughout her body.
	It was that damned seam in the crotch of her slacks which was really causing 
her problems, though.  Wearing her slacks low on her hips helped somewhat, but the  
touching down there was still happening.  Her already sensitive pussy, obviously 
not use to so much attention, was heavy with her internal secretions.  She knew it 
was only a question of time before they soaked through her slacks.
	Eventually, she couldn't walk for five minutes without having to stop and 
collect herself before she could proceed further.  Thankfully, the work she had to 
complete wasn't difficult, just time consuming.
	She found herself dashing into the ladies room for a quick drying of her 
sopping crotch every now and again, to protect her clothes and her modesty.  
Perhaps it was just as well she wasn't wearing panties today, she thought.  In a 
short time they would have been soaked through and through anyway. 
	Even in the relative sanctuary of the ladies room, though, Carolyn had to be 
careful.  Her traitorous body was becoming increasingly resistant to her mental 
discipline. Even the slight pressure from the dry toilet paper being applied to 
her sopping vulva felt good.  Too good!
	Every time she had to touch herself, down there, it only served to increase 
the sensations that had been building all day.  What was wrong with her? she 
wondered.  What the hell was going on here?  
	It was not just her appearance which was causing her problems.  Just about 
everyone at the firm today seemed to her to be acting very strangely towards her 
indeed.
	Carolyn had hoped to pass unnoticed through a deserted office this Saturday 
morning.  Unfortunately, it turned out that just about everyone was there.  Also, 
most of them, especially her fellow paralegals and some of the other working 
staff, were not too busy to notice her astonishing appearance, and even proved 
catty enough to make some comment to her about it.  As if she didn't know how she 
looked!  She had to constantly repeat her ridiculous iced-tea story, which seemed 
to be less and less accepted by her more cynical co-workers as the day progressed.
	Not used to having so much of her body showing, Carolyn was constantly 
forgetting about it as she went about her work.  She would regularly find herself 
leaning over someone's desk, as she normally did in the course of a working day, 
discussing a document or the upcoming conference.  It was only when that person's 
eyes would lift up from the top of the desk and light up in a strange fashion that 
she would remember and quickly straighten up, blushing to the roots of her hair in 
embarrassment at showing so much cleavage.
	Other unusual things kept happening this morning as well.  Normally her cool 
manner had always kept everyone at a distance, both physically and emotionally, 
but not today.  For some reason she couldn't explain, something about her was 
actually drawing people towards her instead of forcing them away.  No matter how 
hard she tried, it seemed to her that all of the firm's members wanted to get as 
close to her as they could, especially her fellow paralegals.  They were even 
touching her, something unheard of before today, with a hand on her shoulder or an 
arm around her waist.  And sometimes worse than that.
	She was almost sure that, while in crowds or walking down a passageway, she 
could feel a stray hand moving over her buttocks.  Yet, no matter how fast her 
tired mind reacted to this outrage, by the time she turned around there was 
invariably only an anonymous crowd going past.  She was so tired, and it always 
happened so quickly that she didn't even worry about it after a while.
	And her poor breasts!  It seemed they were constantly in the way of just 
about everyone who walked by her.  Regardless of how close she squeezed herself 
against the cubical walls which made up the corridors of the administration 
section, her proud breasts were being buffeted so much by hands, arms, and 
shoulders that they had become quite swollen and were very sore indeed.
	Finally, the required detail work for the conference was done, and all 
taskers had been successfully completed.  Carolyn, feeling incredibly tingly by 
this time, returned to her desk and carefully sat in grateful isolation.  She 
shouldn't have anything more to do today, until just before the arrival of the 
prospective clients.
	Which was just as well, she thought, because the only thing that would stay 
in her head at the moment were unnatural flashbacks of her and Tamiko, especially 
when they were both naked on the couch in Tamiko's apartment early this morning.
	"Woof!" Carolyn said softly.
	How could something like that have had such a devastating impact on her, she 
wondered.  It was a simple thing, after all, just two naked women on a couch.  
Yet, it was all she could think about!  She, who was so normally very much in 
control of herself and those around her. 
	But, now!  My God!  Now, she was just a leaf in some sexual windstorm that 
was blowing her in any direction it choose.
	The way she was dressed today, or rather not dressed, wasn't helping her 
distressed emotional state at all.  Now that she had some time to think about it, 
she realized that her reaction to it was not what she expected at all.  After her 
initial embarrassment had finally passed, it became more and more distracting, 
then exciting in a way.  She began to feel deliciously naughty about it, being so 
semi-dressed in such a formal environment.  The needs of work finally caused her 
to thankfully focus elsewhere, yet, she could never fully blot it out.  It was 
always there, hovering on the very edge of her consciousness, this constant if 
accidental stimulation of her body.  To her deep consternation, she found herself 
actually liking it a little.  For someone who had always been so proper in her 
appearance and behavior, it was quite a revelation, and it bothered her a great 
deal.
	She had never realized she was capable of experiencing such intense 
sensations and emotions.  It was a discovery of staggering proportions, because it 
pointed to the possibility of something which she never knew had existed within 
her.  She had the soul of a, what?  A slut?  A sensualist?  A sensualist slut??  
	"Carolyn!"
	Carolyn, startled, quickly recovered from her disturbing thoughts.  She 
looked up and saw that her immediate supervisor, Susan George, was standing 
impatiently at the front of her desk.  
	"Yes, Sue," she replied, wondering what this bothersome woman wanted from 
her now.  "Can I help you?"
	"Please come with me.  Ms. Pendergast would like to speak to us about the 
conference."
	"That's just great," Carolyn said with a forced smile as she slowly stood to 
walk with Susan back toward the executive offices.  It figured, she thought.  The 
one person she was able to avoid all morning now wanted to see her.
	It was Ms. Joanna Stewart Pendergast, one of the more junior associates and 
certainly the most ambitious as well as unscrupulous.  It was she some three 
months ago who had first solicited the prospective clients coming today, and had 
been carefully courting them ever since.  She, of anyone at the firm, had the most 
to gain or lose by today's outcome.  In reality it was her conference today, but 
Carolyn had been doing all of the work for her on it.
	Ms. Pendergast's small office was located in the less fashionable part of 
executive country, right next to the restrooms, so thankfully for Carolyn it was 
not a long walk.  As they neared the door to the office, she realized she had to 
be careful not to show Susan or Ms. Pendergast how even this brief walk over here 
had affected her.  They would certainly think her some kind of crazed slut.  She 
might even loose her position at the firm as a result!  She though briefly of 
faking menstrual cramps but decided against it.  Nothing else to do but find out 
what she wants and get it done as soon as possible, while she was still able to 
function at all.
	Even so, she knew she must soon have relief from this constant stimulation 
her body was getting or she would surely go absolutely mad!
	She saw that Ms. Pendergast's office had a new addition since Carolyn's last 
visit a week ago.  Taking up the entire center of the small office was a large, 
leather-covered easy chair.  A bit much for just a junior associate, Carolyn 
thought as the two women squeezed into the cramped office, but typical of her.
	Ms. Pendergast, with a surprisingly sinister grin, was seated behind her 
small desk, a thick opened set of instructions in a three-ring binder and a 
complicated-looking remote control device the only things on the clean desk in 
front of her.
	"Good morning, Ms. George, Miss Lord.  Close the door, Carolyn, please.  We 
don't want any interruptions," said the young associate.
	Trying unsuccessfully to drive the now ever-present thoughts of sex from her 
head, Carolyn tried to focus on just what Ms. Pendergast was saying to her.
	"What?"
	"Lock the door, will you?  I don't want us to be disturbed."
	"Yes, mam."  Now what? Carolyn wondered as she closed and locked the door.
	"This chair is one of the products that our prospective client manufactures.  
It's brand new.  Actually, it is still in the evaluation stage, and the fact of 
its existence is not to leave this room.  Understand?"
	"Yes, Ms. Pendergast," answered Carolyn primly.
	"Sure, Joanna," replied Susan.
	Joanna? wondered Carolyn, rolling her eyes.  Oh, please!
	"Good.  Enough said about that," said Ms. Pendergast, as she continued her 
briefing.  "It is to be the first user-interactive easy chair.  One in fact that 
has been specifically designed for women.  For some reason, it's called "Mother's 
Helper."
	Carolyn sighed.  She really didn't need this, especially on a bizarre day 
like this one!
	"That's nice, and it looks like a wonderful chair," Carolyn gushed 
hopefully, "but wouldn't Monday be better for you to show off your new furniture?  
I do have things to finish yet."
	Normally, she would never have addressed a superior of the firm in this 
fashion, but Carolyn at this point was perfectly willing to volunteer for a root 
canal in order to escape the presence of these two blindly ambitious women and 
their endless scheming.  She just couldn't handle it.  Not today.
	"Carolyn, that's not why you are here," Ms. Pendergast snapped.  "I want you 
to try it out, and tell us what you think of it."
	"Try what out, Ms. Pendergast?" Carolyn warily asked.
	"The chair!  Just sit in the God-damned chair, will you, and tell me what 
you think.  OK?"
	Oh, great.  Now I'm supposed to be a products tester for this egomaniac, she 
thought as she moved to the front of the chair.  I'm doing her job for her again, 
the lazy bitch!
	"Yes, mam!" Carolyn said firmly, and she gingerly placed her sensitive 
bottom on the polished leather of the chair's seat.  She wiggled her hips slightly 
to settle in, and found herself sinking into the most luxurious chair she had ever 
sat in, the leather clinging to her form like a second skin.
	"Oh, my!  This is very comfortable,"  she gasped in surprise.
	Carolyn suddenly felt a hard presence within the seat, directly in contact 
with her hyper-sensitive sex.
	"Ohh!"
	"What's the matter?"
	"There is a bump or something, right in the center of the seat," she said 
uneasily, shifting her hips further into the chair and away from the slight but 
disturbing intrusion beneath her.
	"Hold on, I haven't finished reading the instructions yet. According to 
this, the chair is a combination electric recliner-relaxer, with a remote control.  
Ah, here we go!  They say that that bump you feel works just like a saddle's 
pommel, except its height is adjustable by the user.  It performs the same 
function as it would on a saddle, you know.  It keeps you from falling forward out 
of your seat, especially when you use the incline function.  It's needed because 
of the highly polished leather."
	"Incline function?"  At the sound of a click, Carolyn suddenly found herself 
laying on her back, her feet resting on a strangely divided footrest.  
	"Let's see.  Here's a button marked footrest."
	Each side of the footrest formed a vee, trapping Carolyn's feet.  The sides 
then slid apart, spreading her legs in the process. 
	"Yes, of course.  The footrest does the same thing as the seat's pommel.  
It's meant to keep you in place.  How clever.  Do you feel like you're going to 
fall out?"
	"No, I'm fine, although there really is no angle to speak of."
	"Not yet?  Oh, that's right.  Forgot to set the degree of incline.  How 
silly of me."
	Carolyn slowly tilted upwards until her head was raised to a 45-degree angle 
from the floor.
	"It's for watching television."
	"Yes, very handy," Carolyn impatiently replied.  I hope this ends soon, she 
thought desperately.  She kept discretely shifting her hips, trying to lessen the 
slight contact which the pommel now had directly upon her sex.  Even with that to 
concern her though, she was so tired and the chair so comfortable she was afraid 
she would fall asleep right then and there.
	"Susan, would you make sure she is using that pommel correctly?"
	"Yes, of course."
	Carolyn worried briefly that her supervisor would have to reach between her 
thighs to do this, but sighed with relief when Susan positioned herself behind 
Carolyn's head.  Her relief quickly turned to dismay when Susan, by pressing her 
hands firmly on Carolyn's shoulders, forced Carolyn's vulva directly onto the 
pommel, pushing the electrifying material of her crotch seam directly into her 
pussy lips.
	"OH!" Carolyn gasped, momentarily stunned by the sudden, intense contact.
	"Next, we shall test the vibration modes."
	"What? What vibration. MY GOD!"  All previous sensations paled to 
insignificance beside the intense throbbing which now commenced between her thighs
	"Why Carolyn, what's wrong?" Ms. Pendergast inquired politely.
	"I don't. I don't know."  She couldn't say it, she thought desperately.  She 
just couldn't admit to her boss that she thought she was being molested by a 
chair!  The pommel, which had mysteriously increased in size, had raised itself 
right between her thighs, and had then begun to vibrate.  While the remainder of 
the chair's vibration-level remained low and surprisingly relaxing, the pommel's 
actions were most insistent.  Carolyn's body, stimulated throughout the day to the 
very limits of human endurance, reacted violently to this latest violation of her 
person.  Her hips bucked while her body writhed, yet Carolyn was unable to escape 
the intense effects because the crafty Susan kept Carolyn's vulva firmly planted 
on the insidious device.   
	Carolyn knew she had only a few moments before she would lose total control 
of herself.  All she could think of was how she could relieve this fantastic 
pressure which was building within her.  Her hands gripped the arm rests, her 
knuckles white with the effort needed to keep her from grabbing her agitated 
privates in front of everyone.
	Suddenly, she knew the end had come.
	"I have to get up.  I think I'm going to.," the frantic woman tried to say.
	"Going to what, dear?"
	The climax struck!
	"AAAaahhhh!" the tormented Carolyn screamed as she uncontrollably doubled up 
in the chair, trying to relieve the incredible sensations her empty yet madly 
pulsating vagina was radiating throughout her body.
	"Quick, check her," snapped Ms. Pendergast in a very professional manner.  
"It looks like the poor thing is having some sort of seizure."
	The chair was quickly returned to its normal configuration.  Carolyn, still 
helpless in the throes of her monstrous orgasm, was bundled out of the chair by 
the two women and placed unceremoniously on her back on the cleared desktop.
	With Susan working on her slacks and Ms. Pendergast on her jacket, the 
gasping Carolyn soon found herself quite naked on her supervisor's desk with her 
bare feet placed flat upon the top.
	"Whoa!" said Susan softly, as the two women admired the panting nude Carolyn 
in absolute awe.  "I was wrong.  It was worth the wait.  I like her style in 
underwear, too.  Don't you?"   
	"Enough of that," Ms. Pendergast whispered.  "This could be serious," she 
loudly declared.  This could also be a great deal of fun, she thought as she 
licked her lips in anticipation.  "I had better use the special probe on her to 
make sure that damned chair didn't hurt her!"
	When Susan George had come to her this morning with talk of finally being 
able to "get" the untouchable Miss Lord, Joanna Pendergast knew exactly what to do 
about it.  The special chair in her office was something from the perspective 
clients true enough, but it was there for an entirely different reason.  They did 
not want it tested.  In fact, the chair had so many design flaws and manufacturing 
defects that they didn't even want anyone to sit in it, and were if fact preparing 
to file suit against the contractors who produced this abomination in the first 
place.  But Joanna Pendergast was well aware that, if properly used, the chair did 
have a certain if highly specialized potential, and was very anxious to give it a 
trial run.
	And what do you know, she thought.  The damned thing worked like a charm, 
and here was the delectable Miss Lord to prove it!
	Joanna Pendergast unlocked a desk drawer and removed her favorite office 
dildo, already carefully greased earlier this morning in loving anticipation of 
just this  eventuality.  It wasn't a strap-on version (unfortunately there just 
wasn't time for that), but it would do nicely  all the same.
	Carolyn slowly began to recover from her body's spasms.  She looked about 
her in confusion.  Her skin developed goose pimples everywhere as she, without 
warning, felt very cold.  She suddenly realized that she was no longer in the 
chair, but was now laying naked on the desk in Ms. Pendergast's office.  She was 
naked!
	 "Jesus Christ!" Carolyn cried as she covered herself with her hands and 
tried to get herself off of the desk.  
	"Stay there," commanded Joanna Pendergast.  "You've just had an attack of 
some kind and we need to know: first, if you're all right; and, second if it was 
just you or was the chair somehow involved."
	"Oh, please!  Can't I get dressed first?  I feel so. so exposed!"
	"Certainly not!  Don't be stupid.  How can we check you that way?  Now, lie 
back down on the desk, there's a good girl."
	Mortified, the bewildered Carolyn laid back down, careful to keep her pubes 
and breasts covered.  Good God in heaven, she wondered.  What have I done this 
time? 
	"Place your hands and feet flat on the table, please," Ms. Pendergast 
ordered.
	Carolyn reluctantly removed her only protection, and placed her hands as she 
was told.  When she hesitated about moving her feet, Joanna gave a sign to Susan 
and Carolyn's supervisor gleefully placed the reluctant woman's feet on the desk, 
widely separating them in the process.    
	Although she strongly wanted to, Carolyn did not protest this deliberate and 
humiliating exposure of her person.  Ms. Pendergast was her department head after 
all, and Carolyn had been her obedient assistant for as long as she had been with 
the firm, so whatever she wanted her to do could only be for the good of the firm, 
didn't it?  Yet, she was now completely defenseless to whatever they wanted to do 
to her, and it worried her a great deal.  She did not enjoy being defenseless at 
all!  Especially with these two!
	Joanna moved deliberately and positioned herself neatly between Carolyn's 
wide-spread legs.  Carolyn nearly died with shame as she realized that her 
employer could now see everything she had, her most private parts.  Just 
everything!
	Joanna reached out deliberately with her right hand and gently caressed the 
still seeping pussy.  She insterted three fingers between the swollen lips and 
slowly slid them deep into the tight vaginal passage.  She was rewarded with an 
involuntary groan from Carolyn.  Oh, baby! she thought.  I'm in love!
	"Is that. Is what you're doing the check?" Carolyn wheezed.
	"Just a part, honey.  Just a part.  I have to make sure you can handle the 
probe."
	"Probe?  You mean like a thermometer?"
	"Yes, only a little bigger.  But, you are absolutely correct.  Basically, 
it's just a special kind of thermometer.  Now, let mother take your temperature!" 
	Joanna rubbed the spongy head of the artificial penis around and around 
Carolyn's hyper-sensitive labia.  Carolyn was beside herself with sensations.  It 
was all she could do to keep from jumping off of the desk and run screaming from 
the room.  
	In her highly agitated state, Carolyn was quite disgusted with herself.  
Here someone was trying to help her and all she could think of was what was 
happening below her waist.  What a slut she must be to keep on reacting like this 
to a simple exam.  Had she no shame?  Worse, had she no control?  Could she ever 
go into a doctor's office again without fear of embarrassing herself?
	Joanna lovingly inserted the dildo's head into Carolyn's steaming vagina.
	"Aaahh,"  moaned Carolyn as all rational thought left the vulnerable 
paralegal.  She was penetrated deeper and deeper as Joanna worked the dildo into 
her tight victim by using a slow and easy in-and-out motion, going further and 
further in at each thrust.  Carolyn's hips quickly began responding to Joanna's 
thrustings with motions of their own, adding an occasional circular motion to 
enhance the sensations being generated by the dildo's presence.
	Overcome by the scene, Susan George quickly fastened her lips on Carolyn's 
bobbing right breast.  Her left hand cluched Carolyn's left breast, the fingers 
tweaking the astonishing errect nipple.  Susan's right hand flew up underneath her 
skirt and into her panties.  She rapidly masturbated while contentedly suckling on 
Carolyn's breast.  I want this woman, she thought.  I want this woman for my very 
own.  Oh, Yes!
	Joanna had worked the dildo all the way in by now, and had increased the 
pace of her thrusts.  Faster and faster she became, with Carolyn matching her 
thrust for thrust, her naked buttocks noisily slapping the polished wooden desk 
top.  Beautiful, thought Joanna as she watched her sweating prey, Carolyn's face 
glowing with effort, her unseeing eyes glazed over with lust.  She thought 
feverishly of the devices in her desk, the nipple clamps, butt plugs and the like.  
Her mind positively boggled at the thought of using them on the delectable Miss 
Lord.  She glanced at the clock.  Shit!  No time, she wailed to herself.  No 
fucking time at all!  It just wasn't fair!  Of all the days for this to finally 
happen!  Shit!
	From Carolyn's frenzied breathing Joanna knew that the woman's time was 
near, very near indeed.  All right, then.  She would enjoy the moment (man, would 
she enjoy it!), but next time, next time she would do it right!
	She removed the dildo and threw it underneath the desk.  Carolyn arched her 
hips, searching for her missing lover.  Joanna quickly placed her lips on 
Carolyn's vulva, thrusting her tongue now deep into the clenching vagina.  Carolyn 
reached her hands up from the desk up and held the back of Joanna's head, trying 
to thrust it within her out-of-control body.  
	Susan George had brought herself quickly to orgasm (no patience, that 
woman!), and had collapsed in the easy chair, her small mind teaming with 
grandiose plots on how to possess Carolyn totally, and soon, too!
	Joanna used her educated tongue well.  She was cunning in her cunnilingus, 
and the defenseless Carolyn was brought to the brink several times, only to be 
deliberately brought back again.  Finally, even Joanna knew that Carolyn could be 
deigned no longer.  Her tongue worked the tight clenching walls of Carolyn's 
vagina as the fingers of her right hand flicked Carolyn's clitoris just once.
	"YES!" Carolyn cried out in ecstasy as her vagina pulsed again and again.  
Joanna's tongue lapped up the precious juices being spewed forth by the convulsing 
young woman who was caught up in the throes of her long denighed orgasm.
	
	When Carolyn became aware of her surroundings once again, she saw that Ms 
Pendergast was seated behind her desk, with Susan George standing on her left.  
	"Am I. Am I done?" she timidly asked the forbidding figure seated before 
her.
	"Finally awake, are we?" Joanna Pendergast asked.  "It's about time, too.  
Just were do you think you are, anyway?"
	"Sorry, mam.  I don't really know what happened.  Must have been tired," the 
embarrassed Carolyn answered.  She wasn't sure if she could cover herself up yet 
or not, so she remained as she was, laying naked on the desk, her hands and arms 
at her sides.  She was conscious of a wetness coming from her throbbing vagina.  
My God! she thought.  What's that all about?
	"Is the check-up finished?  Am I all right?"
	"It's OK, Miss Lord.  And, yes, you seem to be quite all right."
	"Thank you," she murmured, as she tried to discreetly  cover herself with 
her hands.  Being naked like this was impossible to endure, just impossible!
	"Ah.  By the way, what did cause.  I mean, why did I."
	"Oh, that.  It wasn't the chair after all, it was just you.  I guess it must 
have been your time.  Now, please get dressed.  I have much to do before the 
conference and don't really have time for this sort of nonsense."
	"Yes, Ms. Pendergast," the confused Carolyn meekly said as she wearily 
pulled herself off of the wide desk.  Under the glittering eyes of her two 
superiors, the terribly embarrassed Carolyn Lord got dressed, forsaking modesty 
for haste in her desire to quickly leave the scene of her latest disaster.
	
	Carolyn left her supervisor's office stunned.  She couldn't believe it.  It 
wasn't possible.
	My God, she thought.  I've just climaxed in my clothes!  I've just climaxed 
in my clothes and for no reason!  Then, she did it again, right in the middle of a 
check-up with a medical probe for God's sake.  She had never felt so ashamed, not 
so much for the loss of control over her body, especially in front of Ms. 
Pendergast and Susan George, which was bad enough.  But, what really bothered her, 
what really shook her so badly she just wanted to lay down and die, was that deep 
down within her very soul she knew that she had enjoyed it.   What was wrong with 
me today? she wondered.  What was wrong?
	Dead tired, she staggered into the deserted ladies room.  The crotch of her 
slacks was thoroughly soaked with her own secretions.  Fortunately, after applying 
several hand towels, the dark material served to almost totally mask its damp 
condition, while the front of her jacket kept it all covered anyway.  Of course, 
to really hide the damp spot she had to wear her slacks high on her hips again, 
instead of low.  Strangely, the idea didn't bother her as much as it once did.  
She understood that things were somehow different for her, and did not mind the 
discomfort.  In fact, although she did not recognize it in her emotionally spent 
condition, she did not mind the contact of stimulating material on her vulva at 
all, now. Her actions with Ms. Pendergast and Susan George kept worrying her.  How 
could this have happened? her dazed and tired mind kept asking as she was drying 
herself off.  When she felt she was finally presentable, she dressed,  left her 
stall, and went to one of the sinks.  As she carefully washed her hands, she 
looked longingly at the empty couch located against the far wall.  Such a lovely 
couch, she thought.
	In the mirror above the sink, she could see that her eyes were barely open.  
The clock on the wall had three hours until the conference.  Just enough time for 
a decent nap, she thought.  I must do this, otherwise, I'll never make it.
	She wanted to lock the door to the restroom, but what was everyone else 
supposed to do in the meantime?  Never mind, she thought.  What could happen in 
here? she reasoned as she gratefully laid down.  It's the safest place in the 
building.  
	She wondered briefly if it might be better if she undressed first, but 
decided against it.  Better not press my luck, she thought.
	In a moment, Carolyn was fast asleep.

End Part VII

Into the Maelstrom:  Part VIII
	
	Carolyn awoke feeling breathless, yet somehow satisfied and very refreshed.    
	"My God!  What a dream," she said.  It was so vivid!  She stayed quiet for a 
moment, trying to remember the dream's details before they were forgotten.  She 
must have been in the 'Wizard of Oz,' because she could distinctly remember a 
woman's voice cackling and saying, "I've got you now, my pretty!"  What an odd 
thing to dream, being molested by the Wicked Witch of the West!
	As she laid there, she sensed a slight breeze blowing across her body and 
felt surprisingly cool.  With a sinking feeling, she looked down at herself and 
groaned.  There she was again, in a condition which was becoming disturbingly 
familiar for her: naked, covered in sweat, her vagina quietly pulsating, and her 
pubic hairs and inner thighs positively soaked with fluids.  Her suit at least was 
folded over the couch back, thank God.  At least that was still here.
	"I wonder if other girls ever have this problem?" she asked the room.  
Lately she repeatedly was waking up naked in strange places! 
	"Maybe I should bow to the inevitable and just sleep in the nude from now 
on," she thought.  "I keep ending up that way."
	She disgustedly got up off the couch and went naked over to the sinks.  She 
took a hand towel from the rack (no paper towels in this firm's restrooms!) and, 
after dampening it thoroughly, began a quick wash.  She looked in the mirror and 
suddenly froze.
	"Oh, hell. Not again!"  she moaned as she realized what she was doing.  For 
the second time in 24 hours, here she was, completely naked in a restroom!  
Grabbing  her clothes and a few towels, Carolyn dashed into a stall, locking the 
door behind her. 
	"Just what is going on, anyway?" she wondered as she hung up her clothes on 
the stall's clothes hook.  For thirty years she had held her body under a tight, 
absolute control.  Suddenly, everything had changed.  Her body was rapidly 
becoming something beyond her understanding, something even beyond her control.  
What was causing this?  Sun spots?  A beginning form of sex madness?  Not enough 
chocolate in her diet?
	Oh, my!  Since it just started happening to her, perhaps it had something to 
do with an early form of menopause?  Ugh!  What a thought!
	"Let's not get carried away here," she said firmly.  
	Of course she knew what had happened to her.  It was quite simple, really.  
She just didn't want to face it, that's all.  She had done the same thing last 
night at Tamiko's apartment, dreaming of glowing sex and thinking it was so very 
real, because it was what she supposedly really wanted.  
	It was an idea that Carolyn was not totally sold on, but the alternative was 
so unthinkable she just had to believe it!  If it wasn't a dream, then the only 
other answer was that she had been actually. actually used by people!  Sexually 
used!
	"My, God!" she thought.  It scared her just thinking about it.  It had to be 
a dream, she knew, it just had to!  Didn't it?
	All the same, she knew she was becoming greatly affected by people's 
behavior, always seeing sex where it wasn't.  Any kind of innocent act by someone 
toward her was now construed by her as some direct assault on her person.  Even 
people passing her in the narrow corridors between the cubicles was causing a 
reaction within her!  Regardless of what or were the handling of her person 
occurred, her body would responded almost eagerly to each presumed touch and 
caress.
	It seemed she couldn't even sit in chairs any more without risking an 
uncontrolled climax.  And as for any type of medical examination-- forget it!  She 
shuddered as she remembered what happened so recently in Ms. Pendergast's office.  
My, God!  The woman was only trying to help her and she responded sexually to a 
simple check-up.  No more, she thought, no more check-ups!
	The secret knowledge that she enjoyed it was only dimly recognized by her 
conscious, the idea was so totally beyond all her comprehension and upbringing.
	The fact that these dreams kept happening disturbed her greatly.  Did this 
mean that she actually wanted such things to happen to her? she asked herself as 
she got dressed again.
	"I don't believe it," Carolyn said loudly, to scare away any chance that it 
could possibly even partly be true.
	Either way, at least this time she had the good sense to remove her clothes 
first, although she didn't really remember doing so.  
	It was a good thing Tamiko had been able to explained it all to her, about 
her strange sex dreams and what they implied.  Otherwise she wouldn't have known 
what to do!  She would certainly have felt the need to loge a complaint with the 
firm about this latest presumed violation of her person.  "But against who, 
though?" she thought, chuckling.  "The Invisible Man?"
	Speaking of missing persons, just where were Tamiko and her clothes, anyway?  
	
	After leaving the restroom, Carolyn returned directly to the sanctuary of 
her desk.  No one can bother me there, she thought smugly.  Should have thought of 
this before.
	When she returned to her corner, Carolyn found a familiar blond figure 
seated behind her desk and going through her drawers.  A neat package was laying 
on the center of her desk.
	"Tiffany!  What are you doing here?," Carolyn said, a little breathlessly.   
The unexpected sight of Tiffany Goodbody had returned Carolyn to last night and 
Tiffany's initiation ceremony.  Her knees weak, she had to shake her head to clear 
her mind of the torrent of sensual images and sensations which suddenly flooded 
her being. Carolyn was shocked to realize that foremost in her mind was the 
burning image of a nude Tiffany, draped on a couch, her firm tanned flesh glowing 
in the candle light.
	"How can the mere sight of this beautiful, empty headed all-American teenage 
girl have such an effect on me?" she asked herself as she went behind her desk to 
greet her trainee.  And to get her chair back!
	"Hi!" said the golden 18-year old girl, as she calmly continued her 
inspection of Carolyn's desk.  "Tamiko asked me to give you this package.  She 
said you'd know what it was." 
	"Thank you," Carolyn said primly, as she eagerly picked up the package.
	Carolyn wasn't very happy about the way Tiffany was going through her 
things.  That girl had a bad habit of forgetting her place; but, in her joy at 
finally being able to be fully dressed again, Carolyn was willing to overlook it, 
this time.
	She opened the bundle and found just her blouse and scarf, both neatly 
folded after being cleaned and pressed.
	"Where is the rest?"  Carolyn asked, careful not to reveal her extreme 
disappointment.
	"That's all she gave me.  Something's missing?"
	"Well, yes, as a matter of fact.  My. my pa. Well, some of my clothes aren't 
here," Carolyn said, blushing at the thought of her current state of undress.  
"You know, like my belt and things.  I really need them."  She couldn't tell this 
child that she didn't have on any underwear at all, and how it felt so funny, so 
deliciously naughty going around the office all day without them. 
	"Oh.  You don't say?  Well, I helped Tamiko look for your stuff this morning 
and these were all we could find.  You had clothes scattered everywhere, by the 
way.  What were you thinking of last night, anyway?"
	"Uh, last night?"  Carolyn hadn't the faintest idea what she was thinking 
last night, even the parts she could remember.  
	"Look, Tiffany," Carolyn said, trying to change the subject, "you need to 
get back to Tamiko for me and find out what happened to my things.  I could really 
use them.  A blouse and scarf just isn't going to be enough!" 
	"Enough for what?" Tiffany asked mischievously, knowing full well exactly 
how Carolyn was dressed today.  Everyone else seemed to be having some fun with 
this stuck-up Greek bitch today, she thought.  Why couldn't she?
	"It's really none of your business," Carolyn replied nervously.  She 
couldn't know the truth about her clothes, could she?
	"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go to the ladies room and change," Carolyn 
said as she unfolded her blouse on the desk.
	"Oh, you can do that right here," Tiffany said as she stood up and moved 
directly in front of the perplexed Carolyn.
	Carolyn's jacket buttons seemed to spring open at the touch of Tiffany's 
lightening hands.  Carolyn and Tiffany were both startled when they looked down 
and suddenly discovered Carolyn's uncovered breasts, nipples hard as bullets, 
framed by the open jacket and thrusting proudly into the chilled air of the 
brightly lighted office.
	"Cool!" breathed Tiffany.
	"Tiffany!  What are you doing?" Carolyn gasped as she spun around, holding 
the unbuttoned sides of her jacket closed over her chest.  "Not here!  I must go 
to the ladies room to do this!"
	"That's what you think," said Tiffany softly, as Carolyn felt her hands on 
her waist.  Suddenly there was a sound behind them and Carolyn felt Tiffany's 
hands disappear.
	She quickly rebuttoned her jacket, then turned around, not knowing what to 
expect.
	Tiffany had vanished!  Instead of seeing the teenager, standing in front of 
her desk was the head of the firm, Mr. Samuel Winston Spencer III, and the firm's 
most senior partner, old Mr. Brandon.
	"Is this a bad time?" Mr. Spencer asked the flushed Carolyn.
	"No, sir.  What can I do for you?"
	"Please sit down, Miss Lord.  There's something we'd like to discuss in 
private with you."
	"Of course, sir," Carolyn said as she reached for her chair.
	"It concerns your preparations for the conference.  This is strictly 
informal, so take it easy.  We can do this another time if you are busy."
	"It's no bother, sir.  Perhaps we could go to your office, if that would be 
more comfortable for you."
	"Nonsense.  This is just fine.  Now, sit down, Carolyn." he said, pulling up 
a chair in front of her desk.
	Carolyn sat, but as she pulled her chair up to the desk, she jumped slightly 
as the startled Carolyn felt something brush against her left leg!  The silly 
teenager must have ducked under and was now located in the knee pocket underneath 
her desk.  
	"What the hell could she be doing down there?" the frazzled Carolyn wondered 
as she listened with less and less concentration to Mr. Spencer talk about the 
conference.
	As Spencer continued to talk, Carolyn felt a sharp tug on her jacket.  
Casting a quick look down, she saw with horror that a small pair of hands was 
unbuttoning her jacket from the bottom up.  Quickly, she rolled her chair closer 
to the desk, and pulled out the keyboard shelf, pushing her stomach as far into 
the shelf as it would go.  "That should stop the stupid bitch!" she hoped.  What 
else could she do down there?
	She tried to kick Tiffany under the desk, but only had her pumps taken off 
her feet for her efforts.
	Mr. Spencer droned on.  Carolyn felt her knees being  separated, and 
something big moving between her widespread thighs.  She felt fingers move along 
her upper thighs to her waist underneath her jacket.  When Carolyn felt the 
fingers start to work on the fastener of her slacks, she began to become very 
worried.  "She wouldn't dare open them," thought the furious Carolyn.  "Not with 
Mr. Spencer right here."
	When her waistband was loosened, her confused mind was at a loss of what to 
do about it.  The two most important individuals in the firm were right in front 
of her, and that damn Tiffany kept playing stupid games with her clothes!
	The shocked woman next heard the faint but quick sound of a zipper being 
opened.  "I don't think they noticed, Thank God!" she thought. "Still, why are 
they looking at me that way?"
	All thought of her employers' strange behavior fled when Carolyn felt her 
slacks slowly being tugged down on both sides of her hips.  "What is she up to 
this time?" she wondered.  "She can't get them off while I'm sitting on them", she 
thought confidently.  For insurance, she eased her hands off of the desk and held 
onto her slacks.  
	In Tiffany's efforts to remove Carolyn's slacks, the woman felt as if her 
whole body was being dragged under the desk.  Carolyn tried to press her hips as 
hard as possible into the soft chair but it wasn't working.  Her slacks went up 
and down as she engaged in a terrible battle with Tiffany for them.  Even with all 
her efforts, the disparing Carolyn still felt her slacks being pulled very slowly 
but surely down her hips!  
	Meanwhile, both Mr. Spencer and Mr. Brandon were wondering just what in hell 
had gotten into the normally cool and collected Miss Lord today.
	Samuel Spencer was worried about the performance of one of his star 
employees on a very crucial day for the firm.  She was obviously nervous as hell 
about something.  Better cut this foolish talk short and let her relax a bit 
before the conference.  "Just so long as everyone is ready for the conference, 
that is all that matters to me today," he thought.  "And to hell with anything 
else!"
	John Brandon was also concerned, but for different reasons.  His semi-senile 
mind churned with thoughts of wine, fireplaces, and bedrooms.  Carolyn Lord had 
showed up to work at the firm today with those fantastic tits of hers, the ones he 
had been fantasizing about for years, practically hanging out.  In the five years 
that she has been with the firm, never-- but never-- has she ever dressed like 
that!  Now, she's jerking and squirming like crazy woman in her seat, making her 
delectable breasts do a veritable dance on her barely covered chest. 
	"I've never seen her so jumpy or her face so flushed," Brandon thought.  It 
was almost like something was happening to her underneath the desk.
	"Are you all right?  You seem a little distracted just now," inquired Mr. 
Spencer politely.
	"Oh, yes.  I feel quite fine," Carolyn lied as she continued her secret and 
silent battle with Tiffany to save her slacks.  "Just concerned about making it 
all go right for the conference this afternoon."
	"Good.  Does your chair need replacing?  You seem to be squirming a lot."
	"Sorry.  The chair is fine.  I am fine.  I probably just had a little too 
much coffee this morning.  Was there anything else?"
	"I see.  I understand you had an accident coming to work this morning, which 
is why you were late.  Nothing serious, I trust?"
	"Nothing serious at all.  Just spilled some tea, that's all.  And here's my 
blouse, fresh from the cleaners.  It was just delivered not five minutes ago."
	"Excellent.  I was a little surprised at hearing how you were dressed 
today," he said, trying not to stare too obviously at Carolyn's cleavage.  
"Especially when you consider how important this potential client is to us, and 
how valuable your role will be in the process today."
	"Thank you.  I'll do my best."
	"Good!  I always knew you wouldn't let us down.  Ms. Pendergast was 
concerned about you for some reason and insisted that we come back here and have 
this talk with you," Mr. Spencer said as he stood up to leave.  "Strange.  Must be 
the strain has gotten everyone a little buggy today."
	"That could very well be true, Mr. Spencer.  I've been a little nervous 
myself, lately."
	"I can believe that.  Perhaps some pay raises and promotions spread around 
the firm will ease the pain a bit, if this works of course.  Especially for you, 
Miss Lord."
	"Oh, my!  Thank you!" Carolyn gasped, bringing her hands away from her hips 
and placing them on the desk as she raised herself off of her seat.  In her 
excitement to properly thank Mr. Spencer, she utterly forgot about Tiffany.  
Tiffany used the opportunity to quickly pull the opened slacks further down 
Carolyn's hips.
	"Oh!" Carolyn gasped, blushing, as she quickly sat back down again. 
	"OH!" Carolyn cried again as her vulva came into contact with Tiffany's 
right hand, which she had quickly forced down the open front of Carolyn's slacks.
	"No, no.  Don't get up," said Spencer as he reached across the desk to take 
her right hand in both of his.  "I can tell you're very excited about it, and 
that's good.  I'd like to see a lot more of that kind of enthusiasm around here."
	"Uh. Thank you, Mr. Spencer," Carolyn said a little breathlessly, as Tiffany 
worked the middle finger of her  right hand in and out of Carolyn's defenseless 
pussy.    
	"Anyway, You're more than welcome.  You will have earned it.  Believe me!" 
he said, releasing her hand.  
	"Coming, John?"
	"No, Sam.  I'd like to stay and talk with Miss Lord for a while, yet."
	"Oh, no!" groaned Carolyn to herself.  "I can't do anything with him hanging 
around!"
	"OK, but try not to be too long.  We've got that final talk with everyone 
during lunch at the restaurant in 15 minutes."
	"Right, Sam.  I'll be there."
	To Carolyn's considerable alarm, Mr. Brandon settled more comfortably into 
his chair, the sure sign of a long stay.  As he started on another of his long but 
pointless monologues of cases past, Carolyn was in a quandary.  This child under 
her desk was touching her, actually touching her!  Yet, what could she do to stop 
it? 
	In spite of her confusion, Carolyn noticed that Mr. Brandon seemed very 
interested in her cleavage.  "Oh my!" she thought. "That proper old gentleman was 
trying to look down the top of my jacket."  She knew that by pressing her middle 
tight against the desk, it looked like she was offering her cleavage to the old 
man like a native sacrifice.  But, if she leaned back, Tiffany would surely 
unbutton the rest of her jacket. The more he looked at the increasing preoccupied 
Miss Lord, the more John Brandon became fascinated by the buttons of Carolyn's 
jacket, and what was behind them.  He realized that Carolyn was no longer 
responding to his statements.  She was instead developing an unusual inward stare, 
as if her mind was elsewhere.
	"Well," he thought, "it was now or never."  While still talking, he reached 
over with his right hand to the preoccupied woman and casually opened her jacket 
buttons.  He then sat back in his chair and waited for the reaction.
	Carolyn was suddenly aware that Mr. Brandon had said or done something that 
was important, but she hadn't the faintest idea what it was.  She must concentrate 
or he will surely think that she was losing her mind!  If only she weren't feeling 
so melted inside!  She needed desperately to be left alone.  All she could think 
of was getting her slacks up, ditching Tiffany someplace and going back to her 
apartment for a rest and a chance to regain control of her life.
	She still couldn't get away from the feeling that something was wrong 
between her and Mr. Brandon.  Carolyn looked down and her mouth opened in shock.  
Her jacket was open, and her firm proud breasts were fully exposed to the 
delighted gaze of Mr. Brandon.  She instinctively rose to run away, but Tiffany 
quickly realized her opportunity and pulled on Carolyn's slacks with all of her 
might.  
	With horror, Carolyn knew she was trapped at her desk as her slacks went 
down to her ankles.  She quickly sat again, the tops of her thighs resting on the 
edge of the chair, carelessly splayed open.  She looked on, stupefied, as Mr. 
Brandon reached over and pushed her jacket off of her shoulders.  He then lovingly 
cupped one full breast in each hand.
	"Close your mouth, woman.  You look silly,"  Mr. Brandon quietly said as the 
old man coolly manipulated both breasts.  He wanted very badly to fuck this highly 
desirable and previously untouchable young woman, but at his age some things just 
weren't possible!  
	Carolyn obediently closed her mouth, but otherwise sat frozen.  Her perfect 
world had spun completely out of control.  Her mind was gone, and she could think 
of nothing.  She was the perfect subject.  She was theirs for the taking.
	Tiffany removed Carolyn's slacks and shoes and carelessly threw them behind 
her.  She saw in the shadow of the desk her target spread invitingly before her.  
She moved forward and, resting on her knees, threw her arms around Carolyn's hips, 
lightly digging her nails into the bulging haunches.  Her face was between 
Carolyn's open thighs, only an inch or so from the woman's vulnerable cunt. She 
looked up and saw that both of Carolyn's breasts were completely exposed and were 
being held by a very old pair of male hands.  Oh, goody! she thought.  Let's see 
the snooty Greek bitch talk her way out of this one on Monday! 
	Tiffany took a moment to enjoyed the surprisingly intoxicating scent of 
Carolyn's womanhood, and then went to work.  She had Carolyn at her mercy and 
loved it.  Tiffany wanted Carolyn to scream for her forgiveness for bean so mean 
to her ever since she came to the firm before she would stop tormenting the proud 
bitch.  It was perfect.  With that old goat getting her from above and Tiffany 
getting her from below, Carolyn didn't have a chance!
	Tiffany leaned forward and worked on Carolyn's vulnerable vulva and clitoris 
with her mouth.
	
	Tom Phillips came to work late that Saturday, knowing that he couldn't even 
start the weekly PC backups until after today's guests were long gone.  The office 
was very quiet.  Everyone was at a firm-sponsored lunch at the restaurant located 
on the building's first floor.  Quiet  except for a weird low moaning sound coming 
from the far corner of the big administrative section.  It was so low, he probably 
wouldn't have head it if there had been any other people around.  
	Intrigued, he walked quietly along the partition corridor, the moaning 
became louder and louder as he neared the corner of the large room.  
	"Very interesting," he said softly.  That's coming from the fabled Miss 
Lord's corner.  "I wonder who is using it, and for what," he thought.  He had 
heard about some unusual things happening at the firm from time to time, but they 
had certainly never happened to him.  He reached the end of the corridor and 
stopped abruptly.  
	"Wow!" Tom said softly.
	The first thing he saw was his idol Carolyn Lord, seated behind her desk, 
her face looking flushed and dazed.  Her eyes were unfocused.  Her head was thrown 
over the seat back, her open mouth gasping for air.  Carolyn's suit jacket was 
open and she had nothing on underneath.  Old man Brandon was sitting to the right 
of the desk, a hand on each of her breasts.  Each of them was totally oblivious to 
Tom's presence.
	Below the desk's modesty panel, Tom saw a pile of clothes and pair of feet 
in pink high heels sticking out from underneath the desk.
	Tom noticed that the way Carolyn was jumping in her chair seemed to indicate 
that more was going on with her then just Brandon.  He walked towards the back of 
the desk and was not surprised to see a tousled blond head rise directly in front 
of Carolyn, and heard a brief chortle before the head disappeared back under the 
desk.
	He returned to the front of the desk and knelt to the floor.  He pulled the 
pile of loose clothes from under the modesty board and saw that it consisted of a 
pair of woman's slacks and shoes.
	"Bingo!" he breathed.
	He lowered himself full length on the ground and looked underneath the 
panel.  Under the desk he saw in the shadows a familiar-looking behind covered in 
a tight dress belonging to a woman whose face appeared to be imbedded in Carolyn 
Lord's naked crotch.  "I'd know that tight behind anywhere," he thought.  "It 
belongs to that stupid, rich bitch Tiffany Goodbody!"  The same girl who just last 
week called him, yet again, a "computer geek" while she turned him down, yet 
again, for one lousy date!
	Well, now.  Let's see who's the geek here, you bitch! he thought savagely as 
he removed his clothes.
	The dual manipulation of Carolyn's body continued as, kneeling in the front 
of the desk, Tom undid the latch and silently swung the modesty panel open.  He 
slowly lifted the skirt of the kneeling Tiffany's dress and placed it as high up 
her back as he could.  Through her tight, semi-transparent pantyhose he could 
clearly see her tight flexing asscheeks and the dark crevice in-between.
	Carolyn Lord was lost in a sea of sensation.  She was helpless before this 
dual assault, her feelings of shame sometimes overwhelming her as she came to 
realize that she did not want this to end, even though she was powerless to act.  
Yet, when her ravaged mind finally realized that someone else was present in her 
corner, she had recovered enough of her wits to realize that someone was preparing 
a nasty surprise for her tormentor, Tiffany.
	Tiffany thought she sensed something was going on behind her, then felt 
Carolyn's hands in her hair, her thighs tightening around her head and forgot 
about it.  "Oh, man!" she thought.  "Carolyn's finally getting into the spirit of 
things."
	When Tiffany felt her pantyhose being pulled off her hips and down her 
thighs, she tried to back out of the desk.  But Carolyn's hands now held her 
fiercely by the hair and she couldn't pull her head away from between Carolyn's 
tightly clenched thighs.  Tiffany's face was hopelessly trapped, pressed tightly 
against Carolyn's steaming crotch.  
	Tom quickly reached between Tiffany's thighs and found the teenager's now 
vulnerable cunt.  She was so excited from her manipulation of Carolyn that he 
found her pussy very wet.  Tiffany's hips bucked and danced as the distraught 
teenager tried to escape the invading digits.  She tried to scream her protests 
against this unwanted invasion, but Carolyn had her face pressed so tightly into 
her crotch that Tiffany was having trouble just being able to breath.  
	In spite of her struggles, Tom quickly found Tiffany's erect clitoris and 
brought the surprised teenager to immediate orgasm, her powerful cuntal muscles 
causing vast amounts of vaginal fluid to come spewing out.  And then he did it 
again, and yet again.
	The exhausted Tiffany finally quit fighting to escape the vice grip of 
Carolyn's thighs, and could only kneel under the desk, gasping for breath between 
Carolyn's legs as she desperately prayed for a respite from her unknown assailant.
	Tom unzipped the back of Tiffany's dress and unhooked her bra.  Tiffany felt 
with horror her breasts dangling freely beneath her as the top of her dress and 
bra were pushed over her smooth shoulders and down to the floor.
	Carolyn's climax caught her by surprise.  Tiffany's struggles had embedded 
her nose deep into Carolyn's clasping cunt, while the non-stop expert manipulation 
of her exposed breasts by the firm's eldest member was causing her to reach new 
heights of erotic stimulation.  Her body lay placid, a comely smile on her lips as 
she gasped for breath, while her climax washed over her.
	Her eyes closed, Carolyn lay collapsed in her chair as Mr. Brandon looked 
upon her with the satisfaction of a job well done.  He politely pulled Carolyn's 
jacket back over her shoulders and buttoned it.  He kissed her on the forehead, 
said "Thank you," and left, confident that he had finally conquered the impeccable 
Miss Lord by fondling her beautiful breasts alone.  "Something to remember," the 
semi-senile old man thought gleefully, "for my old age."  Not that he would ever 
tell any of his cronies about it.  Not proper, you know.  Besides, which one of 
them would ever believe it?
	Never noticing the piles of clothing or various heads and feet extending 
from underneath Carolyn's desk, the dazed Mr. Brandon tottered off for his 
meeting.
	After waiting until Mr. Brandon was long gone, Carolyn released her grip on 
Tiffany's hair, and quickly moved her chair away from the desk.  Surprised by the 
sudden lack of support, Tiffany fell face first onto the carpeted floor, her 
asscheeks waving high in the air behind her.  She then started crawling out from 
under the desk, thankful that her ordeal was finally over.  As she moved forward, 
she felt her pantyhose being pulled off of her legs.  "I'll find them in a 
minute," she thought.  "I just need to get out from under this desk!"
	As soon as the naked Tiffany had wearily crawled on all fours out from under 
the desk, someone placed their hands around the tops of her thighs and pulled her 
backward.  But, instead of falling, she felt her behind pressing up against naked 
flesh, with some large object moving between her upper thighs.
	"Oh, no!" she cried, as she realized that it could only be a naked man 
behind her.  She turned her head and finally saw who her assailant was.  "Oh, my 
God!" she thought.  "It was that computer geek!"
	"You can't do this!" she indignantly sputtered.
	"Oh, yes!  I certainly can do this, you bitch!" the exultant Tom thought as 
he finally began to thoroughly fuck that beautiful body kneeling before him.  
	Leaning forward, he grabbed a pert breast in each hand as his hips started 
to pound the girl's bouncing buttocks, his cock going deeper and deeper into the 
well-lubricated vagina.  Tiffany's young body, already primed by a night of almost 
endless sex, quickly began to react to this unwanted assault.  Her hips began 
moving in relation to Tom's movements, so that each of his thrusts was met by one 
of hers.  Her tight vagina clasped the thrusting cock, as if it was reluctant to 
have it leave the hot, wet confines of her pulsating cunt.  
	As Tom's regular buffeting of the teenager's vagina went on and on, Tiffany 
totally lost her mind!  The fact that she was being totally striped, humiliated, 
and fucked from behind by someone she didn't even like, didn't matter anymore.  In 
fact, it all served to excite the golden teenager as she had never been before!  
All she could think about now was the glorious cock in her loins.  
	Totally joined, their orgasm's erupted simultaneously.
	Tiffany remained collapsed on the floor, completely spent, dreaming of 
wedding gowns and floral arrangements.  She was still kneeling, her breasts mashed 
beneath her, with sperm and lubricant streaming down the insides of her thighs.  
Tom got up, quietly collected his clothes and Tiffany's underwear, and departed 
for the washroom.  
	Before he left though, he found Carolyn's slacks and shoes and placed them 
neatly on her desk. 

End Part VIII

Into the Maelstrom:  Part IX

	Carolyn Lord sat sprawled in her chair, naked from the waist down, her 
vaginal juices pooling on the seat.  She watched the nude Tiffany sleeping 
contentedly on the floor beside her chair, the teenager softly muttering "I Do!" 
every so often.
	"I'm doomed," she thought.  If she couldn't protect herself from a mental 
light-weight like Tiffany, she was in serious trouble.
	This was not her imagination.  This was not some wild dream.  She looked 
down at herself and realized the harsh reality of it: her neatly trimmed pubic 
hair glistening in the harsh light of the office, the cooling pool of her own 
secretions growing between her naked thighs, the feel of the abrasive seat cloth 
on her poor, abused vulva.  It certainly was no accident, like that medical 
examination gone wrong when she reacted like a slut instead of a proper woman.  
Tiffany knew exactly what she was doing to her.  Didn't she?
	 But did she?  Tiffany was a child.  A child in the beautiful body of a 
woman, to be sure, but a child all the same.  And children liked to play!  "It was 
all so simple," she thought.  All she had to do was think it through.
	She had seen her young nieces and nephews constantly do things they couldn't 
possible understand the real meaning of, just to get a reaction from their older 
relatives.  She herself had gotten some swats on the bottom and even had her 
breasts grabbed a few times during family events, though she knew they meant 
nothing really sinister by doing so.  They were just being deliberately naughty.  
Tiffany couldn't possibly know what it was she was really doing to her.  The young 
minx, she was just playing a game with her!
	But this was a very serious game, indeed.  She could have been humiliated in 
front of anyone who cared to walk by, not to mention Mr. Spencer.  She might have 
even lost her job because of it.  And what happened with poor old Mr. Brandon?  
That dear old man wasn't responsible for his actions anymore.  He was just 
helplessly caught up in the teenager's foolishness.  He was probably more 
embarrassed about the whole thing then she was.
	"Well, if Tiffany chooses to act like a child, then by God I will treat her 
like one!" she said.
	She lifted one elegant foot and pushed it against Tiffany's upraised rump, 
causing the sleeping girl to topple to the floor.
	Tiffany awoke with a start.  She got up from the floor and, sheepishly 
avoiding Carolyn's annoyed look, set about getting dressed.  She found her dress, 
but her underwear had vanished.  "That's just great," she said bitterly, holding 
her dress.  "Now what am I supposed to do?  I'm dirty and my underwear's gone.  I 
can't go around like this!"
	"Come here," said Carolyn.
	Shocked that Carolyn was actually speaking to her, and both of them not even 
dressed, Tiffany ignored her and continued to look for her missing clothes.
	"Come here, I said!"
	Holding her dress protectively in front of her, Tiffany timidly went over to 
where Carolyn still sat.
	"Put on your dress."
	"But I can't," wailed the teenager.  "I'm dirty and I don't have my."
	"Tough.  Put it on.  Now!" commanded Carolyn.
	With a pouty face, Tiffany put the dress up over her head and started 
putting her arms into it, very aware that she was now totally exposed to the 
glowering Carolyn.
	When Tiffany's arms were tangled in the sleeves and her head completely 
covered by the dress, Carolyn put her right arm around Tiffany's slim waist and 
pulled the surprised girl over her knees.
	Holding the squirming Tiffany with her left hand, Carolyn's strong right 
hand hit Tiffany's small, firm buttocks.  SMACK! 
	"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" squealed the teenager, her voice muffled, as she 
fought to free herself of the dress.
	"You want to act like a child here, then I'm going to start treating you 
like a child," Carolyn said calmly as she hit the beautiful, tanned hillocks once 
again.  SMACK!
	"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Tiffany screamed, desperately trying to escape this 
trap she had placed herself.  No one had done that to her.  No one had ever hit 
her back there, not ever!
	"Watch me,"  Carolyn murmured with contentment as she resumed her lesson.  
She had wanted to do this to the girl for some time.
	The spanking continued until Tiffany's small bottom was showing a slight 
pink all over her dark tan.  Tiffany had ceased struggling some time ago, and, 
still tangled in her dress, was reduced to sobbing quietly.
	"There, there.  It's time for you to grow up, Tiffany," Carolyn said, 
gently.  "This is a place of business, not a playground to do whatever you feel 
like.  It's time you realized that."
	Carolyn ran her hand lightly over the girl's smooth ass cheeks, and enjoyed 
the heat that the firm flesh was radiating.  "What fascinating things they are," 
she marveled to herself.  "How beautiful, how symmetrical."  Carolyn found herself 
lost for a moment in the wonderment of Tiffany's buttocks.
	She felt something wet on her upper thighs and, puzzled, sneaked a hand 
between Tiffany's opened legs.   She was amazed.  Tiffany was wet!  She was so 
aroused that her vaginal fluids were actually dripping out of her crotch and onto 
Carolyn's legs.
	Tiffany felt the hand between her legs and automatically began to grind her 
hips down onto it.
	"Son of a bitch!"  muttered Carolyn.  She hadn't bargained on this at all.  
Now what was she supposed to do?
	At a loss of what action to take next, Carolyn glanced at the clock on her 
desk.  Stunned, she looked again.  The conference was set to begin in 15 minutes.
	"JESUS CHRIST, THE CONFERENCE!!" Carolyn shouted.  The VIPs had already 
arrived and should just be leaving the lounge.  She was late!
	She jumped up and dumped the disappointed Tiffany onto the floor.  Pausing 
for just a second, she realized that she had to take the time to get dressed.  
Panicked at being late, she pulled her suit jacket off over her head and quickly 
put on her blouse and scarf, but gasped with dismay when she saw that the buttons 
on her blouse were all missing.  
	"Damn it!" she yelled as she took everything off again and threw the useless 
garments into a corner.  Next she grabbed her slacks and shoes from the desk and 
got into them, not bothering to properly fasten the slacks just yet.  She ran down 
the hall, her swollen breasts dancing painfully on her chest, as she unbuttoned 
her jacket.  She was putting it when her unfastened slacks fell down to her 
ankles. 
	"Shit!" Carolyn gasped as she hit full length on the capered floor, her 
breasts mashing painfully beneath her, her legs now tangled in her slacks.  
Resisting an impulse to start screaming, Carolyn sighed instead and sat up on the 
floor.  The thick carpeting caused a delightful tickling sensation on her abused 
vulva and she almost climaxed!
	"Oh my God," she whispered.  "My God."  She took a deep breath and carefully 
untangled her slacks and pulled them off.  She stood up and then got into them 
once again.  She slowly fastened and zipped her slacks, after first carefully 
making sure they hadn't been torn in the fall.
	Learning her lesson, she swiftly walked the remainder of the distance to the 
conference room, using her crossed arms to minimize her breasts' movements as much 
as possible.  Her nipples had been hard for so long from rubbing against her 
jacket all day, she doubted if they would ever again return to normal.  Even minor 
breast movements now caused the outraged nerve endings on her raw nipples to send 
excruciating impulses to her brain.  
	It was all becoming too much for her to endure.  She knew that her 
resistance was nearing its end.  She had had to withstand so much in the past two 
days that her mind and body just couldn't take much more.  
	She had to get to conference, she just had to.  She couldn't let the firm 
have to deal with the consequences of her own weaknesses.
	Besides, with all of those people around she would finally be safe.
	As they stood waiting for the missing Carolyn and the visiting VIPs, the 
Daiquiri Group grew more and more agitated.  After years of being Miss 
Untouchable, Carolyn Lord had suddenly become very touchable indeed.  Today they 
had seen just about everyone at the office take a liberty or two with her once 
proud body, from senior partners to janitors, with nary a protest being directed 
at them in return.  Rumor had it that even some of her fellow para's had taken an 
occasional opportunity with Miss Lord, with surprisingly the same result.  As the 
day went on, though, they could tell she was becoming more and more unraveled.  
The secret slut was obviously being affected by all that was happening to her (as 
if one wild night wasn't enough!).  Well, if she really wanted flounce that 
perfect body of hers in front of the senior staff, then they would be more than 
willing to help her.
	
	Breathlessly, Carolyn entered the conference room and was greatly relieved 
to discover that the VIPs had yet to arrive.  The only ones there were some her 
co-workers who had been required to attend the event.  She did a quick survey of 
the room and found everything was to her satisfaction.
	After saying her hello's, she went to stand with her fellow paralegals and 
try to regain her composure.  
	"Have you seen Tiffany?  She was suppose to be here for this," asked 
Tiffany's friend, Maria.
	"No, sorry," Carolyn replied.  "Haven't seen.HER!"
	They pulled her slacks down so fast she couldn't react.  One moment she was 
standing there, engaged in normal conversation, and in the next moment she was 
half naked!  She stood there dumbly, staring in shock at her bare legs, her slacks 
puddled at her feet.  Before she could get her deeply dazed mind to function at 
this new outrage, the visiting VIPs entered with the senior law firm members.  
	As the group of paralegals moved to greet them at the door, the terribly 
humiliated Carolyn was forced by the crowd to join them, leaving her slacks on the 
floor.  If she tried to pick them up it would have been noticed by everyone!  She 
chanced a quick look behind her and saw with horror as Maria quickly fold up her 
slacks and stuff them in a plastic file folder she was carrying.  
	She looked desperately for a way out, but the room's single entrance was now 
filled with the senior members and their guests.  She was trapped!  Carolyn knew 
her double-breasted jacket's hem was just low enough to function as a micro-mini 
skirt, but she also knew that she dared not sit and must even be very careful 
walking or else she chanced exposing herself to everyone in the room.
	As previously arranged, the firm's paralegals stood in a group behind the 
podium located at the head of the long conference table.  Carolyn tried to hide 
behind the others, even though her normal place was at the wide podium, 
controlling the presentation binder for whoever was speaking.
	Mr. Spencer finally had to motion her to take her place at his side behind 
the podium.  After everyone in the room had been introduced, the presentation 
began.  The chief representative for the Prospective Client, Mrs. Abigail Stevens, 
was seated with her staff on the table's left.  The firm's counterparts were 
seated on the table's right.
	As Mr. Spencer went through his opening remarks about the firm and the 
terrific support provided by the firm's  paralegals, Carolyn felt his arm go 
around her waist over her jacket.  He's just emphasizing his topic, she thought 
nervously, but I hope he talks about something else soon.  Please, God, don't let 
him or the others see how undressed I am.  At least behind the protection of the 
podium she felt safe.
	Ten minutes into the presentation she jumped when she thought she felt 
something between the backs of her upper thighs.  The feeling only lasted a moment 
and was gone.  Probably my imagination, she thought.  
	To her horror, the feeling returned!  Something large and smooth was working 
its way between the tops of her soft inner thighs.  She jumped again when it 
touched the lips of her vulva.
	"Oh!" she inadvertently gasped when the object began to work its way between 
her pussy lips.  
	"No!  You can't...!"  Carolyn automatically began, but stopped abruptly when 
she saw with dismay that everyone at the table was now looking quizzically at her.
	 Spencer stopped his presentation in mid-sentence and turned to put his 
mouth close to her left ear.
	"Is there something the matter, Miss Lord?" he asked softly.
	"No, sir.  Sorry," she muttered as she smiled weakly, horrified that she had 
actually disrupted the presentation.
	"OK, then."
	To her relief, Mr. Spencer smoothly continued his talk and she could see 
that the disruption was quickly forgotten by the people at the table.  However, 
the thick object between her thighs also continued its way up into her vagina.  
The intruder was soon deep enough in her defenseless vagina that she could feel 
the hand holding it now begin to work its way through her tightly clenched thighs.  
	She felt hands on her right ankle shift her foot, so that her legs were soon 
spread apart.  She was now completely wide open to whatever those in back of her 
wanted to do to her vulnerable yet most private of places.  
	She jumped when a hand began to move confidently across her firm buttocks. 
She jumped again when she felt a second hand on her behind.  It too began to 
casually trace the rounded contours of the exposed buttocks under her jacket!
	The hand between her thighs began to move deliberately back and forth, 
causing the unwanted intruder to have a most shocking affect on her.  To her 
dismay, she could sense her vaginal fluids quickly begin to flow.  The familiar 
sensations which had been kept simmering within her ever since she came to work 
were now quickly being brought to a boil within her once again.  Before the events 
of the past two days, she could never have believed it possible that anyone, 
especially her, could be sexually aroused against their will, even if she did deep 
down really enjoy the sensation.  Now, she knew that she being taken swiftly, 
helplessly to the point where she would shortly loose control and have an orgasm 
in front of all of these unsuspecting people, unless she could find a way to 
prevent it.  "But how?" her tired mind screamed at her.  "But how?"
	Other hands spread her asscheeks, and she jumped when she felt something 
cold touch her anus.  "Oh, my dear God!"  she thought.  "Not there!  They just 
couldn't!"
	The object slowly forced its way passed her tightly clenched anus, and began 
to work its way slowly yet inexorably up her rectal passage.  
	Carolyn stood, too stunned to react.  She was only wearing her jacket and 
shoes in a room full of people at a law firm, hands on her naked buttocks, and now 
she was helplessly impaled!  And she couldn't do anything about it!!  If she made 
any kind of scene,  her shattered mind reasoned, she would be publicly humiliated 
in front of everyone.  What if the police or someone should ask her what happened 
to her clothes?  What could she tell them?
	In spite of her claim to the contrary, Mr. Spencer was aware that all was 
not well with the usually cool Miss Lord.  Even as he continued with his 
presentation, he could tell she was becoming increasingly agitated.  The fact that 
she had deliberately taken off her slacks for an important presentation, even 
after her assurance she would be properly dressed for it, seemed to confirm what 
everyone was saying-- that for reasons unknown the very beautiful but untouchable 
Carolyn Lord was making herself very available today.
	He was always a stickler for proper attire in the office, so his first 
instinct upon seeing her (even with those fantastic legs!) was to throw her out of 
the conference room.  However, after seeing Mrs. Stevens' eyes light up when she 
saw her, Spencer kept Carolyn as close to himself as possible during the 
presentation.
	To Carolyn's relief the conversation moved on to other aspects of the firm, 
but, to her consternation, the arm remained around her, holding her close to him 
behind the podium.  "Sweet Christ!" she thought.  "What if he finds one of the 
other hands back there?" 
	Forgetting about the group of women standing behind him, Spencer's hand 
started to move, slightly at first, then with an increasing regularity and 
confidence.  In fact, it distinctly felt as if the hand was now massaging her 
right hip!  Carolyn wondered what she could about this when she felt it slide down 
her hip, and jumped when it reached her bare flesh under the jacket.  
	 Spencer's roving hand quickly came upon Carolyn's nude right buttock cheek.  
"What the hell?" he thought.  "No panties!"
	Why that hypocritical bitch!  After all the complaints she initiated over 
the years against the firm's employee's, even partners.
	Angry now, he moved his hand freely over Carolyn's trembling buttocks.
	Carolyn was relieved when she felt the other hands on her buttocks 
disappear, leaving just Mr. Spencer's for her to contend with.
	The room's projection screen lowered and the lights dimmed to nothing.  
After a brief pause, the presentation system activated, and the automatic slide 
show began.  Spencer traced with glee the trembling contours of Carolyn's right 
buttock.  He was in the process of sliding his hand to sample her left buttock 
when it encountered a round metallic object protruding from the center of her ass 
crack.  "Whoa!  What the hell was that?" he thought. 
	Spencer looked behind him and saw a small circle of light on the wall behind 
the podium.  "That's odd.  Where could that damn light coming from?" he wondered.  
The last thing he wanted right now was a light on back there.  He noticed that the 
light moved every time Carolyn did.  Fascinated in spite of himself, he kept 
searching in the darkness until his eyes finally adjusted to the moving light and 
he saw something black sticking out from underneath Carolyn's jacket.  
	"Jesus!" he thought.  "She's got a flashlight stuck up her ass!"  Terrified 
of what he might have stumbled into, he quickly withdrew his hand from Carolyn's 
trembling buttocks.  He placed both his hands in plane view on the podium.  
"Remember why you are fucking here today, asshole," he told himself.  "Keep you 
mind on the job and out of her pants!"
	Carolyn felt other hands replace the one which so quickly disappeared.  
Hands on her hips began to pull her waist away from the podium, causing her to 
lean forward and thrust her buttocks out from underneath the jacket.
	Carolyn didn't realize the significance of this until someone dropped down 
behind her and placed their lips on her helplessly impaled behind.  She was 
nibbled and licked all over her delectable, quivering buttocks, while other hands 
were making her vagina pulsate with sensation.  Just when she thought she could 
take no more, she jumped when she felt something warm and thick start to press 
against her blood-engorged vaginal lips, moving around the object already in 
there.  "Oh, what now?" she dazedly wondered.  "What else could they do to me that 
they haven't already?"
	A tongue contacted Carolyn's exposed vulva and she was teased and licked 
with never-ending enthusiasm.  
	Carolyn's mind whirled with her body's sensations.  Under the noise of the 
loud presentation, she thought she heard the muffled sound of a purse being 
opened.  The administrations on her poor vagina ended, the object removed.  Her 
mind was relieved that her public ravishment was finally over, before she had 
reached the point of once again loosing all control of her recently traitorous 
body.  
	Carolyn jumped as she felt something being pressed against her vulnerable 
hair-lined pussy lips.  It was not uncomfortable, quite the opposite in fact, but 
it seemed only to cover her vulva.  She felt it pressed onto her flesh one more 
time, and after that, nothing.  The object covering her vulva remained and that 
was all.  No one touched her, molested her, fondled her.  Even the humiliating 
object in her anus had been removed.  "Could it be over at last?" she thought 
hopefully.  Perhaps her unseen tormentors had finally given up.
	"Please, please let it be over," she prayed reverently.  She had been 
unwillingly stimulated to the point that she felt her hair was standing on end!  
She couldn't take anymore, not without embarrassing herself, she was that close.
	The maddening thing was that this strange buildup now left her in a very 
precarious condition.  She was so nervous she didn't know what to do next.  She 
wanted to take a bite out of the podium, rape Mr. Spencer, do anything to relieve 
this horrible pressure which had been deliberately built up inside of her, and 
that now she had to deal with.
	At last the automatic slide-show came to an end and the room's lights 
automatically brightened.  Carolyn quickly flipped the pages to the correct 
position, and gratefully noticed that only one page remained until the end.
	"Thank God!" she whispered.  The conference was still a success and she 
could now go home and run around the block or something.  "A cold shower, that's 
what I'll do," she thought, as she was finally able to get her breathing back 
under control.
	Mr. Spencer smoothly wrapped things up and the conference was finally at an 
end as he said, ".and that concludes our presentation.  Now, if you will all join 
me at the reception for some food and refreshments, you will have a chance of 
meeting some of the employees that you might be working with in the years to 
come."
	"Shit, shit, shit!" thought Carolyn.  She had forgotten all about the 
reception.  But before she did anything, she had to go to the restroom and remove 
whatever they had impudently stuck to her crotch.  "Probably a stupid sign or 
something", she thought.
	She turned to leave the podium when Mr. Spencer hooked his right arm around 
her left.
	"I'd like you to stay with me, Miss Lord.  It seems our Prospective Client 
would like to meet you."
	"Uh, that's great, but I really need to visit the." Carolyn tried to 
explain, when Mrs. Stevens and her entire party walked up to them, with Ms. 
Pendergast trailing along petulantly behind.
	"Excellent presentation, Mr. Spencer, just excellent.  I was most 
impressed."
	"Thank you.  I would like to introduce the person who really put it all 
together for us today, Miss Carolyn Lord."
	"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance at last, Miss Lord.  You did a 
very professional job.  Mr. Spencer here has had nothing but praise for your work, 
and now I can understand why," Abigail Stevens said, as she made an effort not to 
stare at the hem of Carolyn's very short dress.  "It looks just like a suit 
jacket," she  thought.  "Very becoming, if a little out of place for an office.  
On the other hand, with those legs, who cares!"
	"The honor is all mine, ma'am, but today was really the product of.of.of a 
great many people,"  the suddenly distraught Carolyn said.  The unexpected 
sensations radiating from her crotch were incredible!  "No!" her mind shouted.  
"It can't be, it just can't be!"
	She clamped her thighs together, leaving her pidgin-toed, but it didn't help 
her at all.  The feeling was so intense she couldn't believe it.  "What the hell 
was going on?" her overwhelmed mind screamed as she fought an awesome desire to 
have an orgasm right there.  Thankfully, the sensations then ceased just as 
mysteriously as they had begun.
	"Phew," breathed the still shocked Carolyn.
	"Are you are right, Miss?"
	"Yes, ma'am.  It's just been a long day, that's all."
	"Please, call me Abigail.  Well, let's us go to the reception and relax for 
a bit, eh?"  
	"Yes, ma'am, I mean Abigail.  Whatever you say," Carolyn said, smiling.
	"Smart girl!"
	As they quickly walked to the lounge, Carolyn tried to keep her hands at her 
sides, to hold down the hem of her jacket, but Mr. Spencer insisted on holding one 
of her arms while Mrs. Stevens held the other.  She was shocked to realize that 
Mrs. Stevens was staring down her cleavage, mesmerized by her lightly bouncing 
breasts, but there was nothing she could do about it.  With her arms being held, 
she couldn't protect her chest at all!
	All Carolyn could really think of was when the next attack on her pussy 
would come.  Mrs. Stevens kept talking to her, but she heard not a word.  She 
could only keep what she hoped was an attentive look on her face as she fought 
with her internal demons.
	She had almost climaxed during that last violation.  It was all she could do 
not to submit to it.  "What the hell caused that?" her confused mind wondered.  
"After-effects from sitting on that damned carpet?"
	Then she remembered.  "Oh my God!  That thing they put on my crotch!  That's 
what's doing it!"  And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it, until 
she could get away from everyone!
	At the entrance to the lounge the sensations returned with a vengeance.  
Carolyn's eyes glazed over as she fought the terrible waves of pleasure spreading 
throughout her body.  Her knees buckled and she would have fallen if Mr. Spencer 
and Mrs. Stevens had not been holding her arms.
	They carried her by the arms into the lounge, to an easy chair.  Carolyn 
gratefully sat down and at least had the presence of mind remember to cross her 
legs.  She sat with her eyes closed, breathing heavily through her open mouth as 
the sensations between her legs continued.  Mercifully, they stopped just before a 
search for smelling salts was launched.
	Carolyn's eyes flickered open.  She saw with horror a semi-circle of 
concerned people surrounding her.
	"I'm fine, really," Carolyn told them breathlessly.  "Just a little tired, 
that's all."
	"It's OK," Mr. Spencer said to the group.  "She's all right.  Now, if you 
could all leave us alone for a moment, I'd appreciate it."
	The crowd dispersed to the other parts of the large lounge, leaving Spencer 
and Carolyn alone.
	"Why didn't you tell me before that you were sick?"
	"I'm sorry," said the emotionally spent Carolyn.  "It's just that the 
conference was so important."         
	"Nonsense," snorted Spencer.
	Ms. Pendergast walked up to them.  She knelt down beside the chair and 
looked with satisfaction at the stricken woman's flushed face.  "Sam, she just 
needs to be alone and rest for a bit.  I know all about her condition and I'll 
fill you in later."
	"I'm fine.  Honest," Carolyn lied.  "I. I just need to be alone right now," 
she panted as the thing on her crotch abruptly caused a quick flash of 
overwhelming feelings.  She crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself to 
keep from grabbing her crotch in front of everyone.
	"OK, people. Let's gather up the food and drinks and move into the 
conference room," Mr. Spencer directed.
	Soon the lounge was cleared except for Carolyn in her chair and a cluster of 
women silently watching her from across the room.
	The members of the Daiquiri Group moved closer to their prey as soon as the 
door to the lounge was closed.  
	"Got you, you bitch!" the leader of the group said.  
	Breathing heavily, Carolyn could only look helplessly at them with 
uncomprehending eyes until she heard a quiet "snap".  
	"AAHHH!" she cried as her vagina exploded in uncontrolled spasms!  The 
Daiquiri Group cheered and applauded as the stupefied Carolyn Lord doubled over, 
her body racked by her pulsating vagina.
	The sensations coming from her crotch did not end as they had before, but 
continued on and on.  She fell onto the floor, her hands between her thighs 
desperately holding her womanhood, her body shaking uncontrollably as she 
continued to orgasm.  Finally, with Carolyn on the edge on unconsciousness if not 
madness, it stopped. 
	One of the women tossed a small controller on the floor beside the hapless 
Carolyn.
	"Just in case you start to feel lonely," she said cruelly.
	Laughing, the Daiquiri Group left the lounge in high spirits.
	An hour later, Carolyn finally decided she was strong enough to get off of 
the floor.  It was kind of comfortable being on the floor and she really hated to 
leave it.  She had had a nice nap and felt much better.  She knew the evil device 
was still attached to her, but she would deal with that later.  First things 
first.
	She stood on shaking legs, and surveyed the room.  She was alone in the 
lounge, all signs of the reception were removed.  She looked at the wall clock and 
saw that all of the day's planned events should have ended some time ago.  She 
wondered if anyone else was left in the office as she started to totter slowly 
towards the door.
	She was surprised when the door to the lounge flew open and an incensed 
Maria entered the room.
	"You damn bitch!" she shouted at the mystified Carolyn.  "I just found out 
what you did to Tiffany.  Now that little bubble-headed idiot wants to marry the 
guy!"  
	Maria stopped directly in from of the passive Carolyn.  "Damn you!" she 
screamed, spittle spraying on Carolyn's face.  "I wanted her for me and you've 
just ruined everything!  Everything!"
	 Maria was enraged at not getting a reaction from the stunned Carolyn.  
Without thinking, she grabbed the shoulders of Carolyn's jacket and pulled down on 
them.  The jacket slid over Carolyn's smooth shoulders until it was bunched 
halfway to her waist, leaving her breasts bare and her arms helplessly bound by 
the jacket. 
	Carolyn looked down at her exposed breasts in puzzlement.  "How did that 
happen?" her dazed mind wondered.
	"I'll get a reaction from this cool bitch yet!" muttered Maria as she held 
the bunched front of Carolyn's jacket and ripped it open, causing the buttons to 
fly about the room.  She pulled the jacket off of the unresisting woman and threw 
it by the door.  She then dragged the submissive Carolyn over to a couch and 
pushed her face down over the couch arm.  She reached down and took off Carolyn's 
shoes and threw them with the jacket.
	Carolyn was now completely nude, her shapely hips draped over the couch arm, 
her ass high in the air and her breasts pressed into the rough material of the 
couch.
	Her anger cooling, Maria looked with increasing pleasure at this inviting 
target.  "OK," she thought.  "If I can't have Tiffany, Carolyn will do nicely."
	"This requires something suitable," she said.  She looked about the room and 
saw a pile of newspapers and magazines.  "Perfect!"
	She walked over and selected a newspaper.  Maria returned to Carolyn, 
twisting the paper into a tight roll.  As she was coming back across the room, she 
unknowingly stepped on and crushed a small plastic object.
	And Carolyn went insane.
	Maria watched in wide-eyed amazement as Carolyn Lord, screaming, literally 
danced on the couch, her naked body twisting and turning, her arms and legs 
flailing.
	"This chick is nuts!" she said and quickly fled the room, but not before 
taking Carolyn's jacket and shoes on her way out.

Part X

	Tamiko had been freely wandering the firm's empty dark offices for almost a 
half hour before she discovered the missing Miss Carolyn Lord.
	"Whoa!  What a presentation that must have been," she said to herself when 
she saw Carolyn.  She walked over to the prostrate woman to survey the damage.
	Miss Lord was on her back, nude and unconscious, her legs splayed open over 
the couch arm.  Carolyn's body was coated with drying sweat.  It pooled between 
her breasts and at the base of her throat.  Her hair was matted with it.  Vaginal 
fluids were also drying on her, down the insides of her thighs and on the coushion 
beneath her.  Tamiko quickly noticed the exciter attached to Carolyn's vulva.   
She tried out the local control and found the battery quite dead.
	"You must have had quite a day, my precious."
	Carolyn's beautiful body showed surprisingly few bruises, considering the 
kind of day Tamiko now understood Carolyn to have experienced.  She looked around 
and saw no sign of Carolyn's suit or shoes.
	"And I thought we played rough," she said, as she put her arms under 
Carolyn's and pulled her to a more comfortable and less exposed position on the 
couch.
	"Why, our group can't touch the legal profession if this is how they treat 
their own," she thought.  Her mother had always told her to never underestimate 
the value of a professional education, especially when it came to doing something 
really fun, like the corruption of the pure.  "We must get some lawyers into the 
group" she mused.  "Perhaps Carolyn would know of some likely candidates, now."
	 "Come on, my precious" Tamiko said quietly.  "It is time to wake up and 
begin your new life."
	Tamiko sat next to the nude woman.  She reached between Carolyn's open 
thighs and fingered the exciter.  As Tamiko thought, it was attached to her skin 
and pubic hair by a light adhesive.  She swiftly pulled the exciter off of 
Carolyn's sensitive crotch, pulling out a few pubic hairs in the process, and, 
standing, placed it in the back pocket of her tight designer jeans.
	"OW!" Carolyn screamed as her eyes flew open.  She bolted upright and 
tightly held her wounded crotch with both hands.  She looked around wildly for a 
moment until she saw Tamiko standing beside her.
	"Tamiko!  Oh, Tamiko!" Carolyn cried, jumping up and throwing herself naked 
into the waiting arms of her friend.  "You wouldn't believe what happened to me," 
she sobbed, as she wrapped her arms tightly around the Japanese girl.  "Everyone 
went crazy!  They.they.."
	"It's all right, my precious.  You are safe now.  You are safe with me.  You 
will always be safe with me," Tamiko purred soothingly as her hands moved lovingly 
over Carolyn's sculptured naked back and buttocks.
	"Oh, Tamiko," bawled Carolyn, "I'm so glad to see you!  You can't imagine 
what they did to me!" Carolyn wailed as, heedless of her nudity, she clung 
desperately to the small teenager.
	Overcome with relief at finally being safe with someone she could really 
trust, the beautiful Carolyn Lord cried and sobbed over all of the pain and public 
humiliations she had been forced to undergo today.  
	Tamiko casually dipped her right hand between Carolyn's thighs.  She 
carefully inspected Carolyn's crotch with her skilled fingers, noting the very 
swollen labia.  She inserted three fingers into the dry cuntal passage.  It was 
still tight, yet there was a hint of looseness now which hadn't been there before.  
"You have been busy," she thought.  She enjoyed the familiar feel of the hot, 
tight passage for a moment, then began a gentle motion with her fingers.  Soon the 
channel was flowing with Carolyn's vaginal fluids.
	Next, Tamiko cupped Carolyn's firm right breast with her left hand and 
carefully inspected the reddened nipple.  She tilted her head and started to 
thoughtfully lick the surrounding aureole first, then the nipple itself.  Her 
efforts were rewarded when the nipple quickly sprang errect.  She moved to the 
left breast and did the same to it.  When both nipples were as errect and hard as 
bullets, Tamiko shifted her mouth from breast to breast and continued her 
administrations evenly between the two proud orbs.
	The sobbing Carolyn began to notice some familiar tinglings starting to 
occur.  She was so distraught, and at the same time so relieved at seeing Tamiko, 
her mind simply dismissed them as unimportant.  But the tinglings became more and 
more insistent, until she could ignore them no longer. 
	Carolyn fought to get her crying under control and find out what was 
happening to her.
	"Tamiko.  Tamiko, what are you doing to me?" she gasped between her 
decreasing sobs.
	"Nothing, my precious," the Japanese teenager absently replied, intent upon 
completing her devilish work.
	"But, Tamiko.  You are!  You are doing something to me.  I can. I can feel 
it."
	Tamiko didn't reply until she heard Carolyn's breath become quite heavy.
	"Can you really?" Tamiko politely asked, her head between Carolyn's heaving 
breasts.
	"Yes, I can," said the now panting Carolyn. "I can really feel you doing 
things to me."
	"Oh," replied Tamiko, her right thumb now brushing Carolyn's vulnerable 
clitoris.
	"You have to stop.  Tamiko!  You have to stop right. Aaaggh!" Carolyn cried 
as she unexpectedly climaxed under Tamiko's expert ministrations.  
	"No!  Oh, No!" Carolyn wailed as she frantically clung to the Japanese 
exchange student,  her tired body reacting strongly to this surprising occurrence.  
The strong pulsings of her vagina were almost painful to her, they had happened so 
often today.
	Her body and mind now absolutely spent, Carolyn could only cling to Tamiko, 
her breasts heaving, her vaginal juices trailing unheeded down the inside of her 
thighs.  Carolyn found herself drunk with fatigue.  She could only stand and let 
Tamiko do with her whatever she willed.  She was capable of nothing else.
	"Look, you can tell me all about your problems later, my precious," Tamiko 
told her matter-of-factly.  "Right now, let's get you dressed and home."
	Tamiko led the pliant Carolyn over to where she had left the clothes she had 
bought for her.  
	"look at what I brought for you, Carolyn."
	Carolyn turned her head and looked dully at the neatly folded pile on the 
sink counter.
	"Now, step into these."
	The bright red panties that Tamiko was pulling up her legs seemed different 
then what Carolyn was more used to wearing.  The panties consisted of a low, 
simple triangle in front and a single narrow strip down the back that fitted 
between her buttocks and legs.  Her dazed mind finally realized that Tamiko had 
gotten her a thong!
	She couldn't wear that!  If only she weren't so exhausted.  She just didn't 
have the strength to protest.  She just wanted to go home, and as long as Tamiko 
was going to take her there then everything else could wait.
	Tamiko pulled the panties high and tight, so that the fabric was buried 
between Carolyn's buttocks and forced into her vulva.
	Carolyn's new red bra came next.  After Tamiko put it on her, Carolyn 
puzzled mind tried to figure out what exactly it was supposed to do for her.  The 
slight harness did not contain and protect her breasts so much as it openly 
displayed them.
	Next there were a tight pair of soft jeans.  Carolyn stood passively as 
Tamiko pulled the jeans up her legs and hips.  The jeans were so tight it took 
Tamiko three times to fasten them.  "OK," thought Tamiko, "I'll be more careful 
with the jeans next time."
	The mistake was understandable, really.  After all, Carolyn Lord was 
Tamiko's first real-live Westerner to do with as she pleased.
	Next, Tamiko placed the still pliant Carolyn into a button-down, white semi-
transparent body shirt which clung to Carolyn like a second skin.
	Last came a comfortable pair of sandals.
	Tamiko took a moment to look at her new creation.    
	"Wow!" she breathed.  "Even after all she went through today, she was still 
something to take the breath away," she thought.  "Amazing.  How lucky can I get?"
	Leading her by the hand, Tamiko took the passive Carolyn back to her desk 
for a final check.  Taking her wallet and key ring from the desk top, Tamiko led 
her passive charge to the reception area and the bank of elevators.
	On their way down, Carolyn dimly realized that she was blacking out.  One 
moment she was looking at weird underwear, the next she was standing in an 
elevator.  She felt so tired, she was quite ready to lay down just about anywhere.
	Some habits die hard.  Even in her current exhausted state, Carolyn 
automatically checked her appearance in the polished doors of the elevator.  
	"Oh my!" she said.  It was like being splashed with a bucket of cold water!  
Shocked out of her daze, she was horrified.  These were not her clothes!  All of a 
sudden, she felt naked.  There she was, fully dressed and yet she felt absolutely 
naked.  Her vulva was clearly defined under the tight fabric of her jeans.  So for 
that matter were her breasts under the body shirt.  She was totality exposed!
	Carolyn was at a loss as to how she got dressed this way, let alone how she 
got into an elevator with Tamiko.  "What was she doing here, anyway" she wondered.
	"Tamiko, what am I wearing?" the embarrassed Carolyn asked.
	"You are wearing your clothes, my precious."
	 Carolyn's tired mind thought that one over a bit.  "My clothes?" she 
finally muttered.  "These are not my clothes."
	"Yes, they are.  Well, sort of.  You see, I had a feeling you might be ready 
for a change by now, so I bought you some things.  I checked for your sizes at 
your apartment."
	"You were. You were at my apartment?" asked the bewildered Carolyn.
	"Of course.  Since we're going to be seeing so much of each other from now 
on, I had a key to your apartment made this morning.  Nice place, by the way.  
Anyway, since I was bringing you these presents, I'd thought I would just go over 
early and become comfortable with your things.  I said I'd meet you today, and 
here I am."
	"Oh.  I see."  Carolyn wondered vaguely what she had done with her suit and 
shoes.
	"You brought my laundry?"
	"My goodness.  You are out of it.  I gave those to Tiffany at your office 
late this morning.  Don't you remember?"
	"Uh, no I don't, actually.  I'm sorry.  It's just that I'm very, very tired.  
I'm not really sure I can even make the drive home right now."
	"No problem.  I'm here to take you to that very place."
	"Why, thank you.  I really appreciate that, honestly I do." With that, 
Carolyn lapsed into a silence which was not broken until the two arrived at 
Carolyn's apartment.  Carolyn was so unaware that she didn't even notice, let 
alone comment on, when Tamiko used her own set of keys to get into and drive 
Carolyn's sensible subcompact car.
	During the trip, Carolyn uneasily slept, not realizing that Tamiko had used 
her right hand to massage Carolyn's vulva the entire journey. 
	At Carolyn's apartment building, Tamiko used her copy of Carolyn's parking 
and building pass to enter the basement parking garage, and then get them up to 
Carolyn's apartment.  Standing in front of her apartment door, Carolyn could only 
wait until Tamiko had let them in using her own keys.
	Realizing that she was in her apartment at long last, Carolyn tried to think 
desperately of what she wanted to do here, but could not.
	It was Tamiko who brought her into her bedroom and carefully undressed her.  
Nude, Carolyn automatically went to a dresser drawer and pulled out one of the 
nightgowns she inevitably slept in.  After pulling it on, Carolyn staggered to the 
adjoining bathroom and relieved herself of a surprising amount of urine.  Tamiko 
used the time to ready the queen-sized bed for Carolyn and herself.
	Staggering back to the bedroom, the totally exhausted Carolyn Lord fell face 
down onto her bed.  She did not move after that, even though the fall had worked 
the bottom of her nightgown up over the lower part of her buttocks, leaving them 
quite exposed.
	Although it was still only late afternoon, Tamiko readied herself for bed.  
She undressed completely, then  made herself a mug of tea.  Thus fortified, she 
got into bed with Carolyn.  She briskly took the nightgown off of the heavily 
sleeping woman and threw it to the floor.  She flipped Carolyn over onto her back 
and lay down beside her.  She pulled the covers over them both, and settled in for 
a long, well earned rest.
	Tamiko's last thoughts concerned the future.  Would her parents let her keep 
Carolyn for her very own, or would she have to give her back when she was done 
with school here and had to return to Japan.  Either way, she was planning on 
having a great deal of fun with her for a very long time, indeed.
	
	It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when Carolyn finally awoke after a troubled 
sleep.  She felt terrible.  Her neck muscles were incredibly stiff from the 
constant tension of yesterday.  Feeling the sheet on her sensitive breasts, she 
realized that she was naked again.  She looked around and found her nightgown on 
the floor beside the bed.  She sighed at the sight.  "Can't I keep anything on 
anymore?" she thought.
	After a refreshing shower she felt better, though not much.  Her robe was 
missing from its usual place behind the bathroom door.  "Must have left it in the 
laundry room again," she grumbled.
	Carolyn, naked except for a towel wrapped around her wet hair, padded on 
bare feet from her bedroom through a narrow hall and small living room, and into 
the kitchen, on her way to the laundry room.  It was only after she saw Tamiko, 
wearing her missing robe and grinning at her from the small kitchen table, that 
Carolyn realized she had a guest in her apartment.
	"Oh my!  I'm so sorry!" she sputtered as she quickly attempted to cover 
herself with the small bath towel.  Unfortunately, it wasn't big enough to circle 
her body completely, so she could only just cover her front.  She then tried to 
back out of the room, but Tamiko was up and over to her in a flash.  Tamiko was 
soon holding a corner of the towel tightly in her hand.  Carolyn knew she couldn't 
leave now without loosing her towel!
	"Come.  Sit with me at the table, my precious," Tamiko said as she led the 
protesting Carolyn by her towel to the kitchen table.
	"But, Tamiko!  Please, I really need to get something on first, and then 
I'll be right out."
	"Oh, no you don't.  We are all alone here.  So sit, and keep me company."
	Carolyn sat carefully, fully conscious of the flesh of her bare back and 
bottom pressing against the cold plastic chair.  She was terribly flustered from 
sitting barely covered like this in the full light of day.  "My God!" she thought.  
"I hope no one visits me this morning."  How could she ever explain this?
	"Tamiko, it's, uh, really great to see you this morning, but, what. what are 
you doing here?"
	"You invited me, silly.  Remember yesterday?  When I drove you home from the 
office?"
	"You drove me home?  No, I don't remember."  Carolyn held her lowered head 
in her hands and groaned, "Oh, my.  Everything is so fuzzy.  I can't think at 
all."   
	"It is all right, my precious.  You have had a long day and are still a 
little tired.  You should take it easy today and rest."
	Tamiko stood up and went behind the distressed woman.  She placed both hands 
on the base of Carolyn's aristocratic neck and began to work the stiff muscles 
there.
	"Oooh.  That feels good," murmured the surprised Carolyn.  She eventually 
felt the stiffness in her neck simply melt away, yet Tamiko continued to work her 
muscles.  Carolyn soon felt very dreamy.
	Tamiko kept working with her hands, moving now over her shoulders.  
Carolyn's unsupported towel soon fell from her body and landed forgotten on the 
floor.     
	"Why must you keep calling me that?" Carolyn sleepily asked her friend.
	"Calling you what?"
	""My precious."  It's so embarrassing."
	"Because I want to.  Now, tell me, my precious, what is really bothering you 
this morning?"
	"How perceptive she is," Carolyn thought.  "She's just a teenager, yet she 
can read me like an open book."
	"I don't think I can work at the firm anymore," Carolyn said.  "I believe 
terrible things happened there yesterday, just terrible."
	"Terrible, in what way?"
	"some people there took advantage of me.  They did. things to me, terrible 
things!"
	"Are you sure about this?"
	"Yes. I am positive," Carolyn said quietly.  "I can never set foot in that 
place again.  I just couldn't!" Carolyn cried.
	"Well, then.  I know something which just might perk you up a bit," Tamiko 
said as she moved her hands down over Carolyn's breasts.
	"Oh!  Must you do that?"
	"Yes, I must.  Now, don't you want to know what I know?"
	"What do you know?" Carolyn asked absently, her mind on other things.
	"Do you know an Abigail Stevens?"
	"Who?"  Carolyn asked, not in the least interested, as Tamiko was now 
kissing the base of her neck as well as massaging her breasts.
	"Mrs. Abigail Stevens."
	"Stevens.  Oh, yes.  Now I remember.  She was one of the representatives at 
the conference.  Strange woman.  She kept staring at my. at me."
	"Well, she left some interesting messages on your answering machine 
yesterday."
	"For me?  Are you sure it wasn't a wrong number?  I hardly spent five 
minutes with the woman."
	"Quite sure.  She said she got your home phone number from your boss as a 
favor, and started calling you from her cell phone as soon as she had left your 
firm."
	"What could she possibly want from me?"
	"It seems she was very impressed with your. your work and wanted to offer 
you what sounded like a very good job, working for her of course."
	"Doing what?" asked the suddenly very wary Carolyn. 
	"Executive secretary.  She said she had been looking for someone with just 
your paralegal experience for some time.  She considered your performance on the 
presentation to be excellent, and your brief introduction afterwards as a most 
satisfactory interview.  You are in, my precious, if you want to be."
	"Oh.  That's OK then.  I don't know.  The timing couldn't be better, and the 
position does sound tempting.  But.  Oh my, Tamiko!  What are you doing to me??" 
Carolyn gasped.
	"But. Go on, continue," Tamiko replied, kissing and licking the sensitive 
neck as her hands continued to work their magic on Carolyn's swollen breasts, her 
thumbs now brushing against the errect nipples.
	"But, I don't know if I can really trust her.  Maybe it was the way she kept 
looking at me, that always made me feel very nervous when I was around her."
	"Oh, come on!  What could possibly happen?" Tamiko said convincingly as her 
right hand crept under the table towards Carolyn's unsuspecting yet very inviting 
pussy.

End of Story  (sigh.)
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