Date: Tue, 18 May 1999 16:42:38 EDT
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: The Return of Carolyn Lord

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

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

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


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part One

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

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

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

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

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

   After a few embarrassed nights in her T-shirts,
Carolyn was astounded in the difference it made.  Her
sleep was finally restful for a change, although still
strangely erotic.
   Unfortunately, the nights of sweet sleep didn't last
for very long.  Carolyn soon found herself now waking to
find her shirts tangled over her head, or even wadded up
on the floor.  One night she finally gave in and, wrapped
in a towel and wearing only her panties, ran from the
bathroom and dived under the bed covers, to the amused
looks of Tamiko who was as usual already waiting for her
in bed.  Embarrassed and feeling very nervous, Carolyn
shyly unwrapped the large bath towel and discreetly
placed it in a handy place on the floor next to the bed.
   She extended her arms out from the top of the covers
and laid them along her sides, using them to tightly hold
down the thin sheets now covering her body.
   "Oh, God!  What if there's a fire?" Carolyn muttered.
   Tamiko laughed.  "You're really something, you know
that?"  She turned and gave Carolyn her usual good-night
kiss.
   "Good night, my precious," the still chuckling Tamiko
murmured.  She turned out the light and settled in for
the night.
   "Good night, Tamiko," gasped the breathless Carolyn.

   The girl's final kiss of the day was becoming very
troublesome to Carolyn.  It had started innocently
enough.  Tamiko's good-night kiss had been very
comforting to her in the beginning, when it was just a
quick, sisterly peck on the cheek.  Then it became a
faint yet strangely electric brushing of their lips.  She
didn't really approve of this turn of events, in spite of
the secret thrill it always gave her, but Carolyn was so
glad that someone actually cared for her as a person and
not some sex object that she didn't protest such familiar
contact from her surprising bed guest.
   In two weeks, however, it had become something else.
Each night the simple, caring kiss became slowly longer
and longer, until it was making Carolyn feel like a
puddle of melted butter, with strange, powerful
vibrations in her breasts and crotch.  When Tamiko
started to use her tongue to slide gently between
Carolyn's lips teeth and probe into her mouth, the woman
was devastated by the effect.
  "Wow!" thought the frantic Carolyn, writhing underneath
the effects of her friend's surprisingly deadly tongue.
"And I thought the kissing was bad enough already!"
   Unable to protest, Carolyn could only endure Tamiko's
oral explorations until the teenager finally broke of the
kiss and allowed the gasping Carolyn up for air.
   "Tamiko!!"  Carolyn sputtered indignantly as she
fought to get her breath back.  "You shouldn't be doing
that!  It's bad enough we're sharing the same bed.  What
would people think?"
   The proper Carolyn tried to tell her normally very
polite guest that such things were simply not done, not
done at all!
   It didn't work.  Every night Tamiko continued to
briefly use her tongue, and every night Carolyn protested
this unseemly invasion of her person.  Finally came the
night when Carolyn didn't protest anymore.  After all,
Carolyn reasoned, it wasn't really hurting anything.
   Each night thereafter, Tamiko gradually pressed her
tongue deeper and deeper between Carolyn's strong, white
teeth and into her hot, moist mouth.  In time, Tamiko
found she was able to explore and abuse the writhing
Carolyn's mouth to her heart's content.
   Carolyn began to become very nervous at bed time,
especially when she had to wear less and less.  It was
only after Tamiko had finished kissing her good-night
that she was finally able to relax and feel comfortable
about sharing her bed with her friend.  She had allowed
the kissing to happen, of course, and knew it was just a
gesture of the young woman's affection for her.  Yet,
there was something disquieting about it now, and she was
at a loss to explain why.  Her body kept reacting so
wildly every time it happened, it was becoming rather
scary.
   She was also at a loss as to how she could tactfully
end it without offending her dear friend.  Carolyn
understood that when Tamiko finally felt she should be on
her own again and could go back to her own apartment, it
would not be a problem anymore.  Perhaps, rather then
make unnecessary waves, it would be better if she just
went along with it for the short time remaining that
Tamiko would be staying with her.  The girl just had to
go back to her own place eventually, didn't she?

   In bed, Carolyn's panties were all she had left to
wear now, and to her extreme disappointment they had also
been giving her trouble at night.  As her dreams had
become more and more erotic, she was waking to find her
panties becoming more and more soiled from her own
juices.  Sometimes they would be still be very wet,
practically sopping as her vagina throbbed
uncontrollably.  Other times she would find her fluids
had already caked and dried, forcing her in the privacy
of her bathroom to carefully peel the now sticky material
away from her sensitive crotch.  For the normally
fastidious Carolyn, it was disgusting.
   As her sleeping clothes became shorter and then non-
existent, her panties began to work their way deep into
the tender flesh of her crotch and the crevice of her
behind.  This made having to peel the sticky things off
in the morning even more difficult.
   "Enough was enough," an irritated Carolyn said to
herself one morning in the bathroom as she was once again
faced with the problem of removing sticky underwear.
"I've never going to get any rest at this rate.  This is
nuts.  I've got my first day to think about."
   And so it came to pass that a few nights before her
first day at her new job, a very naked Carolyn Lord,
embarrassed yet determined to finally get some decent
sleep, climbed under the sheets.  She carefully removed
her towel and placed it down as usual beside the bed.
She put her arms even more firmly than usual alongside to
hold down the sheets around her.
   A delighted Tamiko French-kissed her agitated, nude
toy thoroughly for a full three minutes as a reward.
   Remarkably, Carolyn awoke the next morning never
having felt so refreshed.  It was as if all of her sleep-
demons had departed.  Even Tamiko looked much more rested
that usual.  Carolyn was convinced.  Night clothes were
definitely out for her from now on!

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

   Looking forward to tomorrow for a change, Carolyn
wrapped herself in her towel for her evening run to the
bed.  "What the...?" she exclaimed as she came out of the
bathroom.  Her comfortable if slightly worn white cotton
sheets had been mysteriously replaced by a set of cobalt
blue sheets made of the finest silk.  They were
beautiful, but had a decided costly look about them.
  A smiling Tamiko, as usual very nude and already
waiting for her in bed, looked quite fetching with the
sheets around her slender waist.
   "Surprise!" Tamiko yelled.  "To celebrate your first
day tomorrow."
   "Oh, Tamiko.  You shouldn't have.  They look terribly
expensive."
   "You'll be happy to know that they were on sale, so
there!  Now, come and enjoy!"
   "Tamiko!  How do you enjoy a pair of sheets?" the
ever-practical Carolyn asked.
   Carolyn was walking towards the bed when she noticed a
second set of clothes hung alongside the items she had
already selected for tomorrow.  The difference between
the two sets was startling.
   Her own set of clothes consisted of her standard
conservative charcoal-gray suit with double-breasted
jacket, high-neck blouse, and mid-calf full skirt, not to
mention her usual complement of simple, modest underwear.
   The new set appeared at first glance to be just as
conservative, but upon a closer look proved to be
something else again.  It consisted of the same dark
colors, yet Carolyn could tell at a glance that the
design was a very form-fitting one, what there was of it.
The blouse and jacket were both sufficiently low-cut in
the front to display a considerable amount of cleavage of
whoever was unfortunate enough to wear this terrible
outfit.  The skirt looked short and tight enough to make
even sitting an adventure in modesty protection.  Even
the underwear was outlandish.  The bra consisted of small
half-cups, which meant the wearer would be showing even
more cleavage then she had at first thought.  The panties
consisted of a terribly small set of triangles which
actually tied at the sides!
   "What kind of protection are those?" Carolyn wondered.
"They wouldn't last a minute before coming undone!"
   Puzzled, Carolyn had the impression that the entire
set seemed more intended to display the wearer rather
than protect her.  Carolyn moved over to where they were
hanging and checked the sizes, then became even more
puzzled.  The clothes were entirely too large for Tamiko,
and at least two sizes too small for her.  So who did
they belong to?
   She looked over at the hugely grinning Tamiko and
immediately had a sinking feeling.  "Oh, no!" she
thought.  "Don't tell me!"
   "Surprise, again!"  Tamiko said gaily.  "Wonderful,
are they not?"
   "Tamiko, honey, they're...lovely," Carolyn lied, trying
to let her friend down easy.  "Thank you!  Thank you very
much!"
   "They are of course for tomorrow."
   "Ah, yes.  Tomorrow.  It figures," Carolyn muttered.
She thought desperately on how to get out of this fix.
She knew for certain that if she showed up on her first
day in something like that, provided she could even
squeeze into the damn things in the first place (which
she doubted), they would more than likely throw her out,
period, without benefit of counsel.
   On the other hand, there was Tamiko.  Her only true
friend in this world, the person who was responsible for
getting her through the two most terrible weeks of her
life, was notoriously sensitive about gifts and presents.
   "Tamiko, my dearest...friend [Almost said 'love' instead
of 'friend.'  How Odd!].  Tomorrow will be nothing but
check-in, forms, and orientation.  They'll probably even
have me walk the factory to see how everything works.  To
wear this, er, magnificent suit during such a time would
be a waste, like wearing a wedding dress while visiting a
coal mine. Understand?"
   Carolyn waited for the wild response.
   "Yes, I understand perfectly," Tamiko said quietly.
   "Phew, that was easy," thought Carolyn with vast
relief.
   "So, I'll just dirty my old stuff for the first week
or so, then we will show everyone there just what great
taste you have in clothes.  OK?"
   "Sure, no problem.  But, you know, as a seamstress I
know that you have to be very careful around old clothes.
After a certain point, they can give out at any time."
   "Really?  Well, I've had these for some time and they
haven't failed me yet.  So, I guess I'll just have to
take my chances with them for a while yet."
   "Suit yourself.  But, if I were you I would not put
those new clothes too far away just yet.  You might be
needing them still.  Now, come to bed, please.  You have
a very busy day tomorrow."
   Carolyn was surprised.  Tamiko usually made a much
bigger fuss when something like this didn't go her way.
Carolyn reasoned that perhaps Tamiko was finally starting
to respect her own wants and desires.
   When Carolyn got into bed she was immediately aware of
the feel of the cool silk against the uncovered flesh of
her legs and hips.
   "Oohh.  I see what you mean.  This is rather nice,
isn't it?"
   After she unwrapped her towel under the sheet and
placed it on the floor by the bed Carolyn became even
more aware of the almost sensuous feel of the material on
her naked body.  When she covered herself with the top
sheet held down tightly over her with her arms at her
sides, she observed with shock that her nude body was now
clearly outlined under the sheer material.  She could see
how her nipples, now very erect, and even her pubic mound
were revealed for all the world to see.
   "Oh, my," she muttered, not sure of how she could keep
herself covered.  She couldn't go with the bedclothes
routine again, she just couldn't!  She really needed some
sleep tonight, otherwise she would be absolutely
worthless tomorrow, and the only way that worked was by
going without clothes.
   "To Hell with it," she whispered.  She had enough to
worry about.  She was finished with this almost morbid
fixation she had about sex!  She would conquer the fire,
it was that simple, and get on with the joy of living.
Her nipples would go down eventually (please, God!) and
in the meantime all she could do was hope that Tamiko
would just turn out the light and not notice what a true
slut her new American friend really was.  She was tired
of worrying about such things and refused to do so any
more.
   After Tamiko's usual frantic good-night kiss, Carolyn
waited patiently for her breath and pulse to return to
normal.  As she laid there, waiting for sleep to come at
last, she became aware that there always seemed to be a
sensual side to anything Tamiko had given her.
Interesting that she had never noticed this before.
Almost the kind of gifts a couple in love would give to
each other.  The kid probably wasn't even aware of it
herself.
   "Poor thing, she must really be lonely!" Carolyn
thought full of sympathy, just before nodding off.
"Probably not enough guys in her life.  Wonder if I can
find her a cousin who isn't too much of a jerk?"

   Tamiko looked with pride at the beautiful nude woman
sleeping so peacefully beside her.  Her first adult!
Right here!  It was so exciting, she could hardly contain
herself.  Before this, she could only play with the other
girls in her school, sharpening her already formidable
skills for the time when they would be most needed.
Finally, that time had arrived and now she had her very
own full-grown woman.
   "I always heard that America was truly the land of
opportunity," she thought, "but this is amazing!"
   She lovingly watched the steady rise and fall of
Carolyn's firm, unprotected breasts under the slick, silk
sheet.  Tamiko even now could still only look at Carolyn
Lord in awe and marvel at the wonder of her.  How
trusting she is!  How beautiful!  How intelligent!  How
proud!  What a victory it will be for her, Tamiko, to
turn this astounding woman to her own ends.
   Yet, this was not to be a simple seduction.  She had
already proven to Carolyn that she could take her at any
time she wanted, and Tamiko was sure that Carolyn at
least subconsciously realized this.  She could sense the
woman's reaction to her presence, that nervous below-the-
surface feeling of anticipation, whenever she got close
to her, especially when nude.  No, this was to be
something far more intense and long lasting.
   Nor was there to be any of the obvious public
trappings of master and property she had seen here and at
home.  Tattoos, dog collars, body piercing and the like
seemed like acts of absolute madness to the young
Japanese.  Why destroy a work of art just to prove your
ownership of it?  She knew there were other, much more
subtle ways of doing the same thing.  It simply required
skill and a little patience.  Look at what she had done
with her already.
   She looked again at the wondrous nude body so clearly
delineated underneath the silk.  It had required long
nights and patient work, but she finally had the
delectable Miss Carolyn Lord right where she wanted her.
Now, the work could truly begin!  Oh, happiness!
   She was planning to have a great deal of fun with this
woman, and in time come to possess her completely.  She
would even share her from time to time with selected
others.  Perhaps they might even take a trip to Japan
during spring break.  They could make it back in time for
the cherry blossoms, truly a most beautiful time in
Japan.  Besides, you can do a lot to a woman on an 11-
hour flight!  And Mother always said she wanted to try a
Ghign!
   Tamiko carefully left the bed and went over to where
Carolyn had hung her clothes for tomorrow.  She was not a
highly skilled seamstress for nothing.  The young
Japanese worked on the clothes for about an hour, then
returned to bed.
   Satisfied with the way things were going, Tamiko
turned on her side and carefully began to rub Carolyn's
nipples through the slick sheets.  When she had brought
them to full erection, she slid her hands down the length
of the body beside her.  She carefully teased the mound
of silk which rose at the junction of the unsuspecting
woman's legs.  When her heavily breathing toy began to
softly moan, Tamiko returned to the vulnerable nipples,
tweaking and pulling the tall, hyper-sensitive nubs of
erect tissue.  When Carolyn began to thrash about wildly
under the sheets, Tamiko laid back down and contentedly
went to sleep.
   She left a very puzzled Carolyn to begin another
uneasy night of unexplained dreams of sexual adventure.


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Time to let her stew a bit," Mrs. Stevens observed.
She adroitly removed her fingers from Carolyn's streaming
cunt, and sat back on the bench.
   "All done.  You can sit down, now."
   Carolyn sat down and quickly wrapped the table cloth
around herself once again.
   Mrs. Stevens ordered them some white wine, and they
sipped and talked.  Under Abigail Stevens' skillful
guidance, the trembling Carolyn did find herself start to
relax.  Mrs. Stevens began talking and touching her, just
as she had earlier, and Carolyn was amused at how easy it
was for everything to return to normal.  Here she was, quite
naked in an elegant dining room, and her new employer was
still talking and gesturing like crazy, holding her
occasionally on her crossed thigh as if nothing had
happened.  She just wished she wouldn't touch her so high
up under the table cloth like that, especially when she
wasn't dressed.  It made her feel a little creepy
sometimes.
   Still, Carolyn could sense something happening to her
as she sat there, acting so casually, yet aware she was
about to faint from the sheer tension of it all.  She had
been feeling, well, tingly all over for some time, but
now it seemed to be getting worse.  Her nipples were
quite erect in the cool air of the dining room, and she
could feel a distinct dampness forming between her
tightly crossed thighs.
   "Was this how Tamiko always felt when she went
around the apartment nude?" she wondered.
   Who would have thought such a silly and embarrassing
thing could also be so exciting?
   She shifted her hips slightly on the padded seat and
immediately lost track of what Mrs. Stevens was saying as
her unprotected vulva slid over a raised portion of the
smooth leather.
   "Whoa!" she breathed, to the delight of Abigail Stevens,
who had seen her hips move.  "What was that?" Carolyn
wondered, her eyes crossing from the sheer, overwhelming
pleasure of the sensation.
   "What was what?" asked Mrs. Stevens politely.
   Realizing she had unintentionally spoken her thoughts
aloud, a very embarrassed Carolyn clapped a hand over her
mouth and tried to think up something to say, but couldn't.
  Her mind was still totally dazzled by the sensations now
coming from her throbbing crotch.  She kept trying
discretely to find a comfortable, less stimulating spot to
sit on her small portion of the bench, but couldn't.  Worse,
every time she shifted her hips, the friction of her vulva
moving on the leather keep sending pinwheels of light
behind Carolyn's eyes!  She kept crossing and uncrossing
her legs but nothing seemed to help.
   She could feel her vaginal secretions seeping on to the
seat, making the feel of her buttocks and thighs sliding over
the slick leather even more stimulating than before.
   "Oh my God!" she thought.  She was on the verge of
losing it right here!
  "Oh, no!  This can't be happening.  Not again!"
   But it was, Carolyn knew.  She was going to climax,
right there in front of Mrs. Stevens if she wasn't careful.
   But, try as she might, she couldn't find a spot that
she didn't find terribly stimulating.  She couldn't stop
moving.  It all felt so very good, she couldn't stand it!
   "What is happening?" she wondered, as she occasionally
jerked her hips on the slick seat, still trying to find
the perfect spot.  "Why do I keep losing control like
this?"

   Fighting desperately to keep from losing control of
her traitorous body, Carolyn fought to think of
something, anything else.  She tried to focus on what
Mrs. Stevens was saying to her.
   Carolyn had thought that this was to her chance to
learn about the company and her duties there.  What it
turned into was her new employer wanting practically her
entire life story.
   So Carolyn, on the very edge of a monstrous climax,
told her of her poor background, growing up the only
child of her elderly Greek parents (now deceased), and
finally working her way through secretary school.
   Perhaps it was her state of undress, or her highly
excited emotional state, but Carolyn found herself
revealing far more of her private life to Mrs. Stevens
then she would have normally.
   When she mentioned that she had someone, a very good
friend, temporarily staying with her who was sharing her
bed, Mrs. Stevens became strangely interested, especially
when she found out her teenage girlfriend was an
accomplished seamstress.  She appeared to find it quite
significant somehow, even though Carolyn was at pains to
explain that her friend was just staying over for a short
visit, which was good because she really didn't bother
with wearing clothes much at all.
   All through their conversation, the nude Carolyn
gradually found herself increasingly at ease with her new
employer.
   "If only I weren't so excited, I could really be enjoying this,"
she thought.
   Her previous uneasiness about Mrs. Stevens now seemed
almost laughable in the present circumstances.  She
proved to be a witty conversationalist and a caring host.
   "What could I have been thinking?" she said to herself,
squirming on her vaginal juices.

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

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

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


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Three

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

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

   In spite of a busy schedule, Mrs. Stevens would never
leave her alone for very long.  She would casually drop
in on her from time to time, to see how she was getting
along.  Carolyn still wondered why she had felt so
strongly against this kind and considerate woman, when
they had first briefly met at her old law firm.
   Today Mrs. Stevens seemed to be deliberately going out
of her way to help her, which made Carolyn like her all the
more.  In her isolated life, she was not used to the kindness
of strangers.
   Once, when she was standing on a chair in her stocking
feet, trying to hang a planter from the ceiling, Mrs.
Stevens was kind enough to hold her by the hips so that
she wouldn't fall.  Of course, in the excitement of the
installation her boss' hands kept slipping, and more than
once moved completely over the tight material covering an
embarrassed Carolyn's jutting buttocks.  She had her
hands full with the planter and there wasn't anything she
could do about it anyway without making a scene.
Besides, Carolyn knew it was just an accident which could
have happened to anyone.
   Another time, Carolyn was putting up a status board
and her employer came right up behind her, and without
even having to be asked, helped her hold the large frame.
Carolyn was impressed that she did this selfless act
without even minding she had to press her body fully
against her secretary's in order to help her.
    Carolyn knew that employers like that didn't come
along every day.

   It was 3:30pm, and Miss Carolyn Lord surveyed her new
domain with satisfaction.  It had taken her all
afternoon, but she finally felt moved in and ready for
business.
   There was only one thing left to do, find a plug for her
new instant coffee maker and mug warmer.
   She couldn't use her desk outlets for them, because
such heavy users of electrical current had a habit of
causing all sorts of computer problems when used on the
same power strip as a PC.  No, they needed an outlet of
their own.  The trouble was, there didn't seem to be one.
   Carolyn carefully inspected the room, trying to think
of all the most inconvenient places an electrical outlet
might be located.  Her gaze finally came to rest on the
file cabinet located across the room.  It was four wide
drawers across and six drawers tall.  It was huge.
   "Perfect!" she said to herself.  "Where else would it
be, but behind there?"
   Gathering up her appliances, Carolyn took them over to
the cabinet.
   "We must get a table for these," she muttered as she
stretched to place everything on top of the cabinet, as
close to the wall as possible.
   She walked around to the side and, sure enough, in the
darkness behind the metal cabinet, she could just make
out the faint shape of a wall outlet right there in the
center.
   "Got you," she said to the outlet.  Now, all she had
to do was reach it.  It was a very narrow space between
the wall and the cabinet, but Carolyn was sure she could
do it.
   She went around to the front again and made sure the
plugs to her appliances were hanging over the top, where
she could get to them from the back.  She then took off
her suit jacket and hung it carefully on the back of a
near-by chair.  No point it getting it dirty and loosing
even more buttons.  Who knew what was behind there?
   After going around to the side again, she inspected
where her plugs were hanging and where she had to go for
the outlet one last time.  "This should take about one
minute," she thought.  Carolyn took a deep breath, then
let it out. She was ready!
   Carolyn slowly slid her head and shoulders into the
confined area behind the cabinet.  She found immediately
that it was much more narrow then she had at first
thought.  Her breasts were pressed against the cold metal
back of the cabinet.  She found she could still move
though, and so she continued to slide toward the hanging
plugs.
   She was almost within reach of the plugs when she felt
the front of her blouse catch on something.  In was far
too narrow for her to use her hands to find out what the
trouble was.
   "Damn," she muttered.  "Can't anything go right?"
   No matter which way she tried to move, she couldn't
free it.  Well, she was too close to quit now, so she
kept moving towards the plugs, while her blouse grew
tighter and tighter.  "Why won't those damn buttons open
now?" she thought bitterly.
   Finally a button popped off, then two more.  Her
blouse loosened a bit and she was finally able to reach
the plugs, but she knew that those buttons were lost
forever in the darkness, and she had no spares with her
for later repairs.
   Carolyn wondered briefly if she should just give up
caffeine at this point in her life and get the Hell out
of there.
   Making sure she had a good grip on the two plugs, she
started sliding down towards where she knew the electrical
outlet should be located.  As she slid slowly down the
back of the cabinet, more of her blouse buttons kept
popping.  Finally, Carolyn could feel her that blouse had
been pulled out of her skirt's waistband and was now
completely opened.  It was still caught on something
above her, but with the blouse now almost off her she
was just able to reach the floor.  Her thin bra was now
the only thing between her sensitive breasts and the cold
metal of the cabinet.
   Thankfully, after some frantic searching Carolyn's
left hand finally came into contact with the smooth
plastic outlet covering, but it was much, much lower than
she had imagined it.
   She transferred the plugs carefully from her right
hand, which was above her, to her left hand located below
her.  Now, all she had to do was fit two plugs single-
handed into the outlet and she was done.
   It was in a awkward place to begin with, near the
baseboard, directly behind the wide, heavy cabinet.
Carolyn was bent far over at the waist, but couldn't fit
the plugs she was holding into the polarized receptacle
the correct way.  It was just too dark back there for her
to see properly.  She had been bent over long enough for
the blood to start rushing to her head, but still she
persevered.  She just couldn't make them fit.  The
easiest thing would have been to simply back out and move
the file cabinet, but she would have to empty it first
and she wasn't about to do that.  She had just spent most
of the afternoon filling the damn thing!
   So she stayed at it, trying not to get too angry or
too dizzy.  She was getting ready for another try when
she felt a pair of now-familiar hands on her hips.
   "Oh!  Mrs. Stevens?  Is that you?" she called.
   "Yes, Carolyn.  It's me.  What on earth are you doing
back there?"
   "Trying to get these plugs in and not faint at the
same time."
   A puzzled Carolyn felt Mrs. Stevens press herself
fully against her embarrassingly positioned behind and
the backs of her legs. The woman had her arms circled
around Carolyn's waist, her hands resting on Carolyn's
bare stomach.
   "I'm trying to see what's going on, dear, but it's too
dark.  What's that white thing?  Is that your blouse?"
   "Yes, it's caught on something.  Look, I've already
found the outlet, Mrs. Stevens.  It's these damn plugs,
they keep twisting on me."
   "Don't worry, I'll hold you."
   "Thank you."  Carolyn knew she just wanted to help as
she felt Mrs. Stevens' comforting hands moving
mysteriously about her waist.
   "However," she thought, "if she really wants to be of
assistance, a flashlight right about now would be much
more useful."
   "Oops!  Sorry, honey.  Something just snapped," Mrs.
Stevens said, surprised that she had so easily unfastened
the preoccupied Carolyn's skirt.  "Someone has been busy
here," she said, thoughtfully remembering the enlarged
button-holes.
   "What?" Carolyn asked, relieved with finally getting
one of the plugs in correctly.  "Phew!" she thought.
"Hope I have sense enough never to do this again!"
   With a triumphant "A-ha!" Carolyn at last was able to
insert the second plug as her skirt slipped unaided to
the floor.
   Feeling an unusual draft on her hips, she looked at
her feet upside-down and saw a disturbing pile of cloth
around there.  It took a moment for the dizzy Carolyn to
realize just what it was she was looking at.
   "Oh, my God!"  she cried.  It was her skirt!  It had
just fallen off!
   She frantically tried to back out from behind the
cabinet and felt her blouse being pulled over her head.
   Again she tried to find what it was attached to, but
in the narrow darkness, she could not.  Finally in
disgust, she literally fought with the blouse until she
was able to pull it over her head and off her arms.
   Free at last, Carolyn again started to slide out from
behind the cabinet.  Her bra strap, however, had caught
on an old cable-run mounting on the wall behind her
during her struggle to remove the blouse, and she
couldn't move an inch.
   "Oh, no!" she cried as she now struggled to free her
bra strap.  "Not again!"  She couldn't get her hands
behind her to free it, so she simply used her body to
pull on the strap as much as possible.  The altered strap
broke quickly under the constant pressure and Carolyn
finally felt free to move.
   She had to be careful now, because the only thing
holding her bra cups in place over her breasts was the
cabinet.

   While Carolyn had been busy with blouse and bra, Mrs.
Stevens had not been idle.  She had been running her
hands lightly over the woman's bucking hips and legs.
Her actions were adding greatly to the unaware Carolyn's
feelings of nervousness.
      "I must see these," Mrs. Stevens thought, looking over
the handsome yet still protected buttocks.  Choosing a
time when Carolyn was particularly busy, she pinched the
narrow right side of Carolyn's panties together and
looped it and a bit of pantyhose over the rough
protruding head of a large machine screw, which was
located on the back of the cabinet.
   "Now let's see what happens," Mrs. Stevens thought
expectantly as she enjoyed her handiwork.

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

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

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

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

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

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


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Four

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

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

   Looking forward to her first Japanese meal, Carolyn
showered with a passion, scrubbing away the grime (and
some sticky vaginal fluid) from her first day on the job.
She was feeling mellow, just like she always did
after having her favorite fruit drink.  Who would have
thought that a combination of standard tropical fruit
juices could produce such a pleasing effect, and all
without the use of alcohol?
   Hearing a noise, she turned and, through the misted
glass, saw Tamiko picking up all the clothes she had
left in her haste on the floor of the bathroom.  Carolyn
wanted to tell her to be sure and leave her underwear,
but the waving Tamiko had quickly left the room before
she had a chance.
   After her shower, a much refreshed Carolyn exited the
bathroom in her usual towel to find a long emerald-green
silk dressing gown with half-sleeves and a black set of
tabi socks laid out on the bed.
   "Beautiful," she said.  "But first things first."
   She went to her dresser's underwear drawer and found
it completely empty.  "I don't believe this," she
muttered.  She stuck her out into the hallway.  "Tamiko!
Where is everything?"
   "Where is what, my precious?"
   "You know what.  My underwear.  All of my underwear is
missing."
   "They aren't missing, my precious.  They are being
washed, that is all."
   "All of them?  At the same time?  What am I supposed
to wear this evening, until they're done?"
   "Everything you need is on the bed.  Now, don't bother
me about trivialities, I am cooking!"
   "Trivialities?!  All right, have it your way," she
yelled down the hall.  "See if I care."
   To herself she added, "But if there's a fire, life
could get very interesting around here."
   Carolyn went back into the bedroom, removed her towel
and left it folded neatly on a chair.  Sighing, she put
on the robe and tied the slick silk sash.  She slipped
her feet into the tabi socks and fastened them.
Finally, she looked at her full-length mirror.
   "Wow," she breathed.  "Tamiko, you shouldn't have."
Along the length of the shiny green material were
shimmering dragons made of black and gold.
   "It is truly beautiful," she thought.  Naturally, since it
came from Tamiko, it followed faithfully her every curve
and bulge.
   Sighing again over her lack of underwear, she left the
bedroom and headed for the kitchen.  Well, how could
spending one evening without bra and panties matter?  She
certainly wasn't planning on going anywhere.  No company
was expected this evening.  Besides, Tamiko had spent the
last two weeks running around the apartment looking a
whole lot worse without any problems at all.
   "Might as well give her a hand," Carolyn thought.  She
caught another whiff of those delicious aromas.  Odd, but
there was something vaguely familiar about them.  The
closer she got to the kitchen, the more familiar they
became.
   "What kind of Japanese cooking is this, anyway?" she
asked as she entered the kitchen.
   "If you really must know, we are having: dolmathes,
keftethies, souvlakia, pastitsio, and a little number
called 5-Star Metaxa to wash it all down."
   "Why you little faker!"  A smiling Carolyn put her
arms around Tamiko's waist.  "That food is about as
Japanese as I am."
   "Well, this is your celebration after all," said
Tamiko as she placed her arms around Carolyn's waist and
drew her close.
   "Where did you get all the recipes?"
   "From that Greek cookbook you've put together on your
computer.  I've been studying it for a week now."
   "Metaxa!  That's very good stuff, but, also very
strong.  You know I don't drink, Tamiko."
   "I know it very well," Tamiko said, sighing.  "However,
I think, my precious, that tonight you can make a small
exception."
   Tamiko leaned up and kissed Carolyn very gently on the
mouth.
   "Please, don't do that," Carolyn breathed.  "You know
what that does to me."
   "No, I don't.  Tell me!" Tamiko said as she kissed the
blushing Carolyn again.
   Carolyn felt everything spinning out of control as the
Japanese teenager pressed her lips tightly against
Carolyn's.  Nothing mattered for the moment, not even
when she felt her sash being opened and her beautiful
robe being pulled off of her shoulders.  "I'll fix
everything in a second," she thought.  "Just as soon as
Tamiko is finished."
   Tamiko reluctantly broke the kiss, leaving a dizzy
Carolyn holding onto the back of a chair for support.
   "I want you like this tonight," Tamiko said as she
folded the robe over her arm.
   "Like what?" asked a perplexed Carolyn.
   "Just as you are, naked!"
   "Tamiko, please be serious," a shocked Carolyn pleaded
when she realized that her friend was serious.
   Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, she placed her left
arm over her breasts and her right hand over her sex.  "I
can't go around like this.  Someone might see!"
   "Just as you are, I said.  With nothing more, and
nothing less, will you spend the rest of the evening."
   "No, I will not.  It's a silly and childish thing to
do."
   "You refuse?" Tamiko asked coldly, walking towards
her.
   "Tamiko, please, please don't make me do this.  It's
not right."
   The small teenager stood directly in front of Carolyn,
and looked deeply into her confused eyes.  "I'll decide
what's right for you, my precious.  Don't you worry about
that."

   During the meal, a nude but strangely animated Carolyn
talked of her experiences at work while Tamiko related
tales from her day of classes at the university.  She
found herself feeling more and more excited, yet nothing
really had happened to justify it.  The simple act of
sitting at the dinner table nude was turning her on to an
incredible degree.
   Carolyn realized that she had been spending a lot of
time in various states of undress lately, for one stupid
reason or another, but this was the first time she had
actually enjoyed doing so.  There was no fear in this
room.  There was no one here to see her, or to take
advantage of her vulnerability.  It was just Tamiko
wearing the strangest look of contentment and her, in
their own private paradise.  Once she had gotten over her
initial embarrassment, there was only her own simmering
sexuality to contend with, and nothing else.
   To her surprise, the very fact that Tamiko had
remained fully dressed for a change had only served to
heighten Carolyn's feelings of excitement.  Also,
Tamiko's insistence that Carolyn do all of the serving
tonight was something else which added to her secret
sensations of sexual excitement.
   Carolyn hoped to keep her runaway emotions hidden from
her friend, in case she would think less of her for
feeling this way, but there were certain signs she found
it impossible to conceal in her nude state.
   Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, pointing out
from her proud swollen breasts like long pink soldiers
standing at attention.  She had become so wet down below
that she had to discreetly cover her seat with a few
cloth napkins, otherwise she was afraid the seat pad
would become hopelessly stained with her freely flowing
vaginal secretions.  Carolyn kept her legs tightly
crossed to try and control the fires growing within her.
   She kept drinking the Metaxa, hoping it would help
quell the flames, but it was only making her giggle and
sing Greek songs she had learned as a child.
   Carolyn had never known that eating could be so much
fun!

   Finally the delightful meal was over and Carolyn was a
little disappointed.  She was feeling so good right now,
she had hoped this meal could go on forever.
   "All right, my precious," said Tamiko.  "You can clear
the table now."
   Carolyn pouted a moment, then said playfully, "But I
don't want to!  Why don't you do it?"
   "Because I cooked it, that's why.  Now clear it."
   "Jeeze, what a slave driver!" Carolyn said as she
staggered to her feet.
   "Whoa!" she muttered as her apartment did some
interesting dips and turns.  Odd, she never remembered it
doing such things before.
   She waited until the room settled down a bit, then
collected her dirty plates.  Carefully walking over to
where Tamiko was still sitting, she leaned over the
teenager to get her dishes.
   After watching vaginal fluids run down between the
woman's inner thighs, the Japanese girl reached out and
pulled gently on Carolyn's erect nipples.
   "Oh, my!" Carolyn breathed as she closed her eyes.
She almost dropped the dishes in shock over the highly
erotic sensations now radiating from her breasts as
Tamiko continued to rhythmically pull and twist on the
pink tissue.
   "Oh, my!" she breathed again.  With her hands full of
dishes, she could only stand there, wearing only her
Japanese house slippers, bent over the table, her breath
coming in gasps as Tamiko continued to manipulate the
sensitive pink buds on her hanging breasts.
   Suddenly feeling dizzy, Carolyn leaned further over
and placed all of the dishes she was carrying back on the
table.  She planted both her hands firmly on the table
and used her arms for support as she through her head
back, trying to clear it.
   Tamiko continued her expert loving manipulation of
Carolyn's nipples, until with a low groan Carolyn
collapsed insensible over the dirty dishes on the table.
   In the throes of a mighty orgasm, Carolyn did not
notice Tamiko get up from the table and strip.  Nor did
she notice that Tamiko was wearing a rather lethal
looking dildo with various small knobs and bumps on its
surface under her clothes, strapped around her hips.
   Tamiko got behind the still woman and, kneeling on a
chair, began to work the tip of the dildo into Carolyn's
thoroughly lubricated vulva.
   "Uuhhh," Carolyn groaned as she felt herself be
penetrated from behind.  She wasn't really sure if it was
real or just another of her realistic dreams, but for
once she simply didn't care.  It felt too good to care!
   She spread her legs and raised her hips as much as she
could as the dildo continued its smooth, slow passage
into her hot, steaming vagina.
   When she felt the dildo was in far enough (Carolyn was
feeling very stuffed indeed), Tamiko began a wondrous
back-and-forth motion with her hips, and the double-
headed dildo (one end had been inside Tamiko the entire
evening) worked its marvelous spell on both women at the
same time.
   Carolyn and Tamiko panted and groaned to the educated
movements of Tamiko's practiced hips.  After having drawn
it out as long as she could, Tamiko quickened the pace
until her hips became a faint blur.
   The woman and the girl cried out their joy
simultaneously as their vaginas began to spasmed
gleefully around the cunningly-made dildo at the same
time.  Eventually, even Tamiko had had enough and she
passed out on top of an already unconscious Carolyn,
leaving the dildo still inserted in their nevertheless
pulsating vaginas.
   After she recovered, Tamiko left an unmoving Carolyn
still collapsed over the table, while she tottered
uncertainly back to their bedroom for a quick shower and
some well deserved sleep.

   When she awoke, Carolyn found herself sprawled across
the dirty dishes on the dinner table.  Carefully making
sure that she didn't knock anything to the floor, Carolyn
gingerly worked her way up from the table.
   "Oh, my head," she groaned as she stood more-or-less
errect.  "What happened?" she asked, but the empty room
did not answer.  Carolyn remembered having a great time
eating, then nothing.  She looked at the mantel clock and
saw that it was 11:45.
   "It was a great party," she said dryly.  "Pity I slept
through most of it."
   She glanced down and saw that her bare breasts and
stomach were covered with dried food.  "That's just
great," she muttered as she dragged her poor aching head
to the bedroom.
   As she walked, she kept wincing from a strange pain in
her crazily tingling vagina.  It felt almost like a
sprain, she thought.  Now what caused that, she wondered?
Probably from when she passed out (that damned Metaxa!)
on the table.
   "Wonderful," she said sullenly, as she saw Tamiko
sleeping peacefully in their bed.
   "So much for the joy of having a roommate," she
thought.  "No more celebrations!"


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Five

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

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

   Carolyn was feeling deliciously creamy.  She had no
idea where she was, but for the moment she just didn't
care.  Her love was kissing her deeply and that was all
that mattered.  She knew even without opening her eyes
that Tamiko had found her once again.  She automatically
kissed her back, enjoying the feel of the girl's lips on
hers.  Something was happening at her crotch, and she
moved her hips to increase the wonderful sensations
coming from there.
   She touched Tamiko's smooth back and found it
surprisingly muscular.  "She must be lifting weights or
something," Carolyn thought.
   Carolyn opened her eyes to find herself staring
horror-stricken into the hot, amorous eyes of Rocky.
   "Oh, No!" she cried.  She tried to push off her
bizarre assailant but the woman was far too strong for
her.  She opened her mouth to scream but all that came
out was a shocked grunt as Rocky cleverly manipulated
Carolyn's clitoris, causing her prepared pussy to spasm
uncontrollably as her body was suddenly plunged into a
series of earth-shattering orgasms.
   Carolyn could do nothing but endure the sweet-terrible
convulsions that were coursing through her body.  In
desperation, she held on to Rocky, praying the spasming
would end.
   At last, her body, having betrayed her yet again,
finally calmed enough for her take in some deep gasping
breaths.
   Rocky looked down at the nude woman fondly.  "I think
I'm in love," she announced happily.  "You're a pistol,
honey!  What's your name?"
   Carolyn, feeling too humiliated for words, could only
lay there, passive and silent as Rocky eagerly nibbled
her sweaty breasts.  She had done it again!  She had been
taken by a total stranger (a woman, yet), and her body
had responded eagerly to every unwanted caress
and...penetration.
   She was lost!

   Recognizing a bad case of the guilts ("Mothers have a
lot to answer for," she thought angrily), Rocky picked up
Carolyn from her office cot and carried her into her
small private shower.  Placing her on her feet, Rocky
adjusted the water to an agreeably warm temperature and
began to briskly soap up the nude woman.
   Working professionally (she wasn't a former nurse's
aid for nothing), Rocky had Carolyn completely cleaned,
showered and dried in the space of five minutes.
   With a bath towel wrapped around her body and a
smaller towel around her hair, a grateful Carolyn
followed Rocky back to her glass-walled office and sat
exhausted in one of the two office chairs.
   Rocky made some instant coffee and handed Carolyn a
steaming mug.
   "Thank you," the exhausted Carolyn said as she savored
the hot aroma.  "I feel much better now."
   "Good.  Now, you never did say what you were doing
wandering around here."
   "My clothes.  Some people had taken my clothes while I
was in the restroom.  I thought they came this way."
   "Group of about four?  Mostly gigglers?" Rocky asked.
   "Yes, I think so."
   "I know them.  They came running through here about
fifteen minutes before you came into the gym."
   "My clothes?  Are they here?"
   "Sorry, but the bundle they were carrying left with
them.  You'll never see your things again.  I'm sorry.
This is not how we treat our members here."
   "Oh, my.  What am I supposed to do now?"
   "Wait a moment.  Let me get your other things from the
main floor, and then we will see what we can come up
with."
   "OK, thank you."

   Rocky came back shortly, red-faced and swearing with a
vengeance.
   "Those damned kids.  The members out on the floor said
that they came back while we were, ah, busy, and took the
rest of your things."
   "Oh, No!"
   "Oh, Yes!  Everything but your handbag is gone.  But
worry not, I've got some things in the lost-and-found box
that might even fit you.  But I'll have to leave you
alone for a while.  They are all kept in the front
office."
   "That's all right.  I'll be fine here, really."
   After Rocky left, she watched the ceaseless activity of
the women using the gym.  Soon Carolyn noticed an older
woman pushing a wheeled laundry cart toward the office.
   Leaving her cart by the door, and, without
acknowledging Carolyn's friendly greeting, the woman
walked silently through the office and into the shower
room.
   Shrugging her shoulders slightly, Carolyn resumed
watching through the glass walls.  She did not notice the
woman, now burdened with used towels, walk quietly close
behind her.
   With a sharp tug, a shocked Carolyn lost her body
towel!  As she crouched in front of the glass wall,
trying desperately to cover herself with her hands and
arms, she felt her hair towel disappear as well.  Unable
to even voice a protest at this outrageous act, a naked
Carolyn could only gape open-mouthed as the woman dumped
all the towels onto the cart and trundled off, picking
up used towels off the gym floor as she went.
   She wanted more than anything to chase after the woman
and get her towels back, but the thought of having to
dash completely naked (again!) across the gym was too
much for her to endure.  Carolyn looked frantically
around in the office but there was absolutely nothing to
cover herself with.  She knew that the small shower would
also be empty of towels, but at least there she would be
away from these damn glass walls.
   She was starting to back away when she stopped with a
shock.  "Oh my God!" she gasped.  There were several club
members now standing in the doorway to the office.
   "Now where in Hell did they come from?" she wondered.
The last time she looked, just a few seconds ago, there
was no one near the office at all.
   "Are you all right?  You look like you just had a
terrible attack of cramps," said one of the woman.
   "Ah, no," sputtered Carolyn, trying to straiten up
with out showing too much of herself in the process.
"I'm fine, really."
   The group of sweaty women quickly crowed around the
demoralized Carolyn.  "Why do these things keep happening
to me?" she wondered, as she felt the hands of the
concerned women begin to touch her.
   "No, really, I'm fine," she gasped, jumping as the
hands started to get a little too personal on her nude
body.
   She was about to get angry when the hands suddenly
vanished.  A confused Carolyn looked about her in
surprise.  The small office had become completely
deserted in the space of just a second.  She checked the
gym and saw everyone busy as usual, perhaps even more so.
   Carolyn was still wondering about it all when a
sweating Rocky came practically running into the office.
   "Are you all right?" the panting woman asked.
   "Yes, of course.  Why?"
   "Well, I forgot about the Towel Lady.  Sorry.  I also
saw some members were in here with you.  Were they
bothering you?"
   "No, they were just trying to be helpful.  Although
for some reason they did seam to leave in hurry."
   "Ah, well.  This office is usually off limits to
members."
   "Oh.  I hope that I'm not going to get you in any sort
of trouble.  You've been very helpful," she said.
   "You were invited, they weren't.  Now, here you are,
honey, the only clothes they had.  They should fit you
just fine, I think," Rocky said, as she stole yet another
look at Carolyn's lovely body.
    "Thank you," Carolyn replied politely, taking the
clothes from her without really looking at them.  "Is
there some place a little more private where I can
change?" she said, looking dubiously at the glass walls
of the office.
   "In the shower behind the office," a disappointed
Rocky answered.  "Just as well," she thought.  "No point
in breaking any more rules today.  Still, you can't blame
a girl for trying."
   Pretending to think a moment, a hopeful Rocky then
offered a suggestion.  "Unless you want to go back to the
riding room next door?  That's very private," she said as
her eyes glowed with anticipation.
   "Oh, no!" Carolyn exclaimed, blushing at the thought
of that damned saddle.  It had driven her almost mad.
Amazingly, her body was still tingling from its effects.
   "The shower will be just fine, thanks."


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

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

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


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Six

   Carolyn Lord was returning to high school for the
first time since graduation, and she was rather nervous
about the whole thing.  She always had problems there of
one kind or another. Her cool, imperious manner,
immigrant background and sharp mind never really allowed
her to fit in with the other students.
   It had been a lonely, unsatisfying time for her, and
now she was going back, for a few hours at least, but as
an adult this time.
   Now, she would be in control, and that thought pleased
her greatly.
   She looked down from her driving a brief moment to
once again check her clothes.  Carolyn couldn't believe
she let Tamiko talk her into wearing this outfit.  For
some reason Carolyn couldn't explain the ease with
which Tamiko, with just a smile or a touch of her hand,
could get her to do things she wouldn't normally do.  Why
this teenager, a woman-child actually, had such control over
her, she just couldn't understand.
   And to do it today of all days!  She was to meet
Mrs. Stevens at the Enola Gay High School for their
Career Day this morning, as a favor to her friend who was
the principle there, as well as to assist in the
recruiting effort currently being run by the Human
Resources division.  She wanted to look her best, of
course, especially since she herself would be speaking on
the role of the paralegal secretary.
   Unfortunately, she knew from past experience that
Tamiko's idea of looking one's best, and hers, were not
exactly the same.
   She looked down at her clothes yet again as she drove
to the school.  It wasn't really too bad at first glance,
the skirt was a little to short to suit her (only to mid-
thigh really), but it was the former slit which had run
up almost to the top of her shapely legs that worried
her.
   Tamiko fixed it in only a few minutes, being the
expert seamstress that she was.  Carolyn was quite happy
with it now.

   Tamiko talked her into wearing a sexy pair of panties
too.
   She was very uneasy about it at first.  Going to work
dressed like that would have been bad enough, but in a
building full of hormonal teenagers?  "No thanks!"
Carolyn had told her at first.
   But Tamiko, ever reasonable, had said, "Who's going to
see them, anyway?  Besides, you must be thinking on the
same level as your audience or else you'll never reach
them.  Girls today believe that a professional women can
be sexy and competent at the same time.  You don't want
to lose your audience, do you?"
   Tamiko was right of course.  Who would know about them
except her?  After their short time together, Carolyn
found that being a bit sexy wasn't a crime.
   The problem with the panties was that they were a bit
too tight, like everything else Tamiko ever got for her.
Even now in the car, she could feel them creeping up
where they shouldn't.
   At least Tamiko thankfully put some of her special
baby powder in them to keep her dry.  Carolyn always
seemed to be a little wet all the time now.  She was
probably just coming down with something and would be
feeling better in a few days.
   Tamiko also talked her into wear a tiny matching bra.
   "They're a matched set," she told her.  "You can't
wear one without the other, now can you?"
   Well, Carolyn knew she was as fashion conscious as the
next woman, so she once again gave in to her friend's
suggestion.
   But, like the panties, the bra seemed too small.
Maybe it was the right size, she thought.  Tamiko didn't
know her breasts seemed to always be a little swollen, a
little more sensitive now.  Like the problem with her
panties, her breasts would soon be back to normal, when
whatever she had went away.
   The blouse was another matter all together.  She had
argued with Tamiko for almost 20 minutes about it.
Finally, she agreed to wear it when Tamiko seemed close
to tears.  Carolyn knew Tamiko could get very peculiar
where gifts were concerned.
   It wasn't that the blouse wasn't beautiful.  It was
that a person could see straight through it!  She would
have to spend the day wearing her jacket.  Without it,
anyone would be able to see her firm breasts trying to
push their way out of the top of her bra.
   "She had better appreciate this," Carolyn muttered.
Tamiko had done a great deal for her, she realized, more
than she could ever acknowledge or hope to repay.  But
still!
   Carolyn almost turned back to change but knew she
would be late if she did, and that was out of the
question.  Carolyn hated to be late for anything.

   By the time she entered the school's parking lot, her
body seemed to be a little on edge.  "Nerves, probably,"
she thought.
  Her nipples a little too hard, and her pussy seemed to
have a warm glow to it.  If Tamiko hadn't powdered her
panties, she just knew she'd be wet.
   "Phew!  This is a good way to start," she said to her
flushed reflection in the rear-view mirror.
   She waited a moment and took a few deep breaths before
leaving the car.
   As she walked toward the deserted front entrance of
the school , she looked at her reflection the glass door.
Tamiko, bless her, was right again.  The suit, although a
little tight in spots, made her look very much like most
of the business women she was used to seeing.
   "Damn," she thought, looking down and seeing a thread
dangling from the hem of her skirt.  Without thinking,
she reached down and sharply pulled the tread.  To
Carolyn's dismay a good foot of tread came loose, and the
closed had opened two inches.  God, how stupid could she
be?
   She hurriedly checked her reflection again.  The skirt
still appeared to be acceptable, but she must be very
careful and leave that damn string alone.  She would
borrow some scissors at the first opportunity, she
decided.

   Inside the school, Carolyn followed the arrows marked
"Main Office".  She eventually found Mrs. Stevens talking
with another woman in the hall outside a door marked
"Principal's Office."
   "Miss Lord, right on time, I see," said Mrs. Stevens.
   "Thank you," Carolyn replied politely.  She knew it
never hurt to make a good impression with anyone.
   "Marilyn, I like you to meet my new assistant, Miss
Carolyn Lord."
   "Carolyn, this is the school's principal, Miss Marilyn
Perfect."
   "How do you do, Miss Perfect?  Thank you for having us
here today,"  Carolyn said, as she gave her host a
careful glance.
   A well-tailored woman, Marilyn appeared to be about in
her mid-40s.  She was a tall, thin person with a studied air
of casual elegance who positively radiated confidence.
Carolyn liked her immediately.
   "No, it is I who should be thanking you for being here
this morning.  From what Abigail has been saying about
you, I'm sure you will make just the kind of impression I
was hoping for."
   "Thank you, ma'am.  That's very kind of you to say
so."
   "It's the least I can do.  I hope that we'll have time
for a little private chat later on.  I would like to hear
your views on what the well-dressed woman wears these
days in the business world."
   "It would be my pleasure, Miss Perfect."
   "Please, call me Marilyn."

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

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

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

   "Miss Perfect, ah, that is, Marilyn.  I have a very
important errand that I completely forgot about which I
must get done.  I'll only be gone for about 30 minutes.
I hope that's not going to be anything of an
inconvenience to you?"

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

   "Not to me perhaps, but maybe to the students you
supposedly came here to see," said Miss Perfect, her
mellow voice dripping with venom.  "Why don't you join me
for some recruiting first.  That is why you came, isn't
it?"
   "Yes, of course it is," Carolyn said softly, stung by
the gentle rebuke.
   "Good.  We have some tables set up in the cafeteria.
About 30 minutes should do the trick.  While we are
there, you can get some lunch if you like.  Afterwards, a
quick assembly and then you can run your little errand."
   "Yes, thank you.  You're quite right.  It was foolish
of me to forget that."
   "It's all right," Miss Perfect said, kindly.  "Abigail
said it was your first time at this sort of thing.  Once
you realize you are here for the students and not the
other way around, you will do just fine."
   Carolyn didn't feel like eating.  After what just
happened, what she really wanted to do was to find a nice
quiet place and lie down for a while.  But, after her
last mistake, she certainly couldn't say no to Miss
Prefect.  She had gotten herself in enough trouble as it
was.
   Besides, the Principal was correct.  She was here to
represent her new company after all, and she should be
doing just that.
   The more she thought about lunch, the more she liked
the idea.  A nice, quiet meal would do wonders to calm
her down after what had just happened in the restroom and
the office.
   Thank God, Miss Perfect didn't suspect a thing about
her and Beth.  How could she possibly explain what had
just happened in the girl's lavatory?   She still
couldn't believe it herself!

   As they walked out the office door, Miss Perfect
turned to her receptionist and said, "Miss Lord and I are
going to the cafeteria for lunch.  I'll be back in an
hour or so.  And if something urgent comes up, for God's
sake don't call me over the P.A. system like you did the
last time.  You just turn a lot of already excited people
into absolute nervous wrecks whenever you do that.  I'll
be there, honest."
   "Sure thing, Miss Perfect.  Don't do anything I
wouldn't do," the receptionist tinkled.
   "That will be enough, Mary!" Miss Perfect snapped
back.
   "Sorry, Miss Perfect."
   "Shall we go, Carolyn?"
   "Yes, thank you."
   Carolyn looked back at Mary, who was still quietly
laughing as they walked out of the finely decorated
office.
   "It's such a nice day, why don't we walk around the
grounds first.  The cafeteria is around the back,
anyway."
   "A walk on a pleasant day like this would be just
fine, thanks," Carolyn said.  A walk in the fresh air,
Carolyn reasoned, should do wonders to help clear her
head completely of any mental cobwebs.
   But after only five minutes, Carolyn found out it
wasn't such a good idea after all.  A breeze seemed to
always blow up her skirt, causing her bare pussy to start
tingling again.  Without her bra, each step she took
caused her firm breasts to move and shift within her
blouse continuously, constantly rubbing her nipples
against her thin blouse and making them hard as rocks
again.

   About half-way there, Carolyn realized she needed to
get her mind off what this walk was doing to her body.
She decided to ask Miss Perfect about Beth.
   "May I ask a question, Marilyn?"
   "Ask anything you like."
   Carolyn was trying to think of a nice way to ask her
host why Beth seemed to be so sexually aware, even
aggressive at such a young age.
   "Don't take this the wrong way, but Beth seems to be,
well, quite different from everyone else around here.
Not what I'd call your average high school student at
all."
   "Different is a good word for it," Miss Perfect
chuckled.  "I thought you'd notice that she isn't your
typical teenager.  Oh, no!  You see I knew her parents.
They were on the school board and helped me to become
principle here.  They died in a senseless car accident
two years ago.  I took Beth in as she had no other
relatives, and now she's like a daughter to me.  Aside
from her obvious beauty, she is a shy little creature.
She does have some special talents that you must ask her
to show you someday."
   Carolyn was wondering dubiously if she hadn't already
encountered some of shy Beth's specialties.  No!  It just
couldn't be.  The Principal certainly could not be
referring to how the girl had behaved with her earlier.
   They finally reached the cafeteria, and none too soon
to suit Carolyn.  The constant movement of her breasts,
and the breeze that seemed to be blowing right on her
pussy, had made her feel light-headed again.
   A charming student met them as they walked in the door
of the cafeteria.  "Miss Perfect, we're so glad you're
here today.  Your usual table?"
   "No, Catherine.  We'll be sitting with the recruiters
today, thank you."
   Weaving their way through the cafeteria, Carolyn
wished it wasn't so crowded.  It was obviously the height
of the school's lunch period and the place was packed
with students.
   "You know, it's strange, but I don't ever remember
having a receptionist at my high school cafeteria."
   "You are absolutely correct.  We let the restaurant
management students run the place for practice.  They
choose everything, from the menu to the decor.  Nice,
isn't it?"
   "Oh, yes.  Very."
   The recruiting tables were tucked into a corner of the
large room.  There were five tables, of which four were
occupied.  Each table was surrounded by a skirt of white,
floor-length butcher paper, with the firm's name written
on the front.  The Principle greeted the other recruiters
sitting at their tables warmly, and indicated the only
unoccupied table to Carolyn.
   Carolyn was surprised to see it was already covered
with literature describing her company and application
forms, and even had the company's name printed boldly
across the front of the table's paper skirt.
   "I see that Mrs. Stevens has already been here,"
explained the Principle.
   Miss Perfect had Carolyn slide behind the table first,
then followed.  Carolyn found the metal folding chair to
be uncomfortable, but not overly so.  She felt more
uncomfortable when, even with an entire table to
themselves, Miss Perfect's chair somehow slid across the
floor and was actually touching hers when she sat down
next to her.

   "You should have seen what they did to the place last
year, nothing but sawdust and peanut shells!  It was
supposed to be some kind of country steak house.  What a
mess!" said Miss Perfect, laughing at the memory.
  "So, how about a nice glass of wine before we order?"
Miss Perfect asked.
   Carolyn normally didn't drink during the day, but this
was her host after all, so how could she say no.
   "That would be very  nice, thank you," she
automatically replied, then thought for a moment.  "Wait
a minute!  Wine?"
   "It's really grape juice, but we like to pretend," the
Principle explained.  To the hovering waitress she said,
"Wendy, we'll have two glasses of your finest house
burgundy."
   "Yes, ma'am," Wendy answered, and hurried off.
   While they waited, Miss Perfect started talking to the
recruiters in the table adjacent to theirs about things
that the school had in the works for the coming year.
Even better for Carolyn, students began coming up to the
table, asking her about the company and her job there.
   Normally such talk would have been fascinating for
her, but something kept distracting her.  Miss Perfect
was one those people whose hands seemed to take flight
whenever they talked.  They were forever moving: above,
on, and under the table.  Yet, somehow one always seemed
to end up on Carolyn's thigh under her short skirt, or
brushing against the side of her left breast through her
jacket.
   As she talked, Carolyn didn't realize that when the
woman would innocently bump into her breast, she would
slide her finger into her jacket and slip one of the
buttons loose.  Finally, after the fourth time Carolyn's
trim powder blue jacket was completely undone and pulled
open.  Now the woman's hand could brush directly against
Carolyn's swelling breast, protected only by her thin
transparent top.

   Carolyn knew something was wrong, but there was far
too much going on to understand what it could be.
Students were now coming up to the table, asking her
questions and sometimes filling out application forms.
The people in Human Resources had told her to be very
careful with these.  They had to be done correctly or the
application would automatically be rejected.  So, Carolyn
found herself quite busy and didn't have time to worry
about anything else.
   Once she tried to casually look down, but she couldn't
really see anything wrong.
   It was just her imagination she told herself, as she
tried to concentrate on what the students were saying.
But the more the Principle talked, the more the woman's
hands seemed to wander.
   As the Principle continued to talk, her hand now seem
to remain on Carolyn's left thigh, moving casually up and
down, squeezing the firm flesh whenever the Principle was
making a point.  Although it did make her nervous,
Carolyn hardly gave it a second thought anymore, even
when the hand drifted time and again to the sensitive
bare flesh above her stocking tops.
   Carolyn was listening sympathetically to a young
student's tale of her losing battle with acne, when she
realized with a start that one of Miss Perfect's fingers
was accidentally brushing against her trimmed pubic hair.
   "Oh my God!" gasped Carolyn as she froze in her seat.
   "What's wrong, dear?  You seemed to be a little
jumpy," the woman asked as she brushed her finger even
closer to Carolyn's excited little clit.
   "Wrong?  What could be wrong?" Carolyn squeaked
desperately, her face turning very red.  She immediately
pretended to go back to listening to her latest student.
   How was she going to tell her host that she was
touching her pussy, without embarrassing her host or
herself, especially when they were almost surrounded with
students?  Amazingly, Miss Perfect didn't seem to notice
that her hand was now resting directly on her pubic
mound.  "How absent-minded can you get?" Carolyn wondered
despairingly.
   Carolyn sighed in relief when the beautiful young
waitress can back with two glasses of purple liquid.
Miss Perfect would have to move her hand to take both
glasses, and her problem would be solved without
embarrassing herself or her host.
   "Just set them down on the table.  You don't mind if I
order for both of us do you, Miss Lord," Miss Perfect
said innocently enough, but her hand moved a little
lower, and now her thumb was resting right on her
clitoris!
   Carolyn tried to move her hips away without being too
obvious, but all she got for her efforts was Miss
Perfect's thumb brushing across her clit several times,
making her head spin.
   "No, that would be fine," Carolyn replied in a much
more distant voice.


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Seven

   Finally, to Carolyn's vast relief Miss Perfect took
her hand away.  Carolyn automatically smoothed her skirt
down her thighs as far as she could.  She encountered a
bit of string and, without thinking, wrapped it around
her right index finger and gave it a sharp tug.  In a
brief second, Carolyn felt her skirt fall from her waist
and hips.  She looked down with horror and saw that she
had split her skirt in two!
   "Oh my God!" Carolyn cried.  "My skirt!  It's ruined!"
   "Oh, Carolyn, my dear.  I'm so terribly sorry.  I'll
have someone take it up to our sewing lab and they'll do
a quick job on it."
   Carolyn was too stunned by what had just happened to
do anything.  All she knew was that, almost on cue, their
waitress was standing right at their table.
   "Yes, Miss Perfect?"
   "Wendy, our guest has ruined her skirt.  I need you to
take it to Mrs. Johnson in 205 for some fast repairs.
Please tell her from me that I would appreciate its
return as soon as possible.  Thank you."
   "Yes, Miss Perfect.  Right away."
   "Thank you.  Carolyn, why don't you give this young
lady your skirt so she can get it fixed?"
   Carolyn couldn't believe what she just heard!  She
couldn't hand over her skirt, even if it was in pieces,
right here in the cafeteria.  She'd be almost naked.
   "Here, let me help you, Miss," The pretty young
waitress said, as she crawled under the table.  With one
quick pull, the startled Carolyn's skirt was in the
girl's hands and her bare skin was developing goose
pimples from contact with the cold metal of the chair.
Carolyn automatically crossed her legs as she watched the
girl and her ruined skirt quickly disappeared out of the
room.
   All Carolyn could do was blush, as now she was almost
completely naked from the waist down in a crowed
cafeteria, sitting next to this senior educator with the
sloppy hands.
   "Why does this keep happening to me?" she wondered.
She couldn't remember the last time she had been able to
sit at a table and remain fully dressed!
   "Don't worry Carolyn, we've dealt with this problem
before.  I'm sure you'll have a fixed skirt in less than
20 minutes."
   "B...but...but...." Carolyn stammered, trying to sort out
what had just happened.
   "Here you are," she said handing Carolyn a glass of
'wine.'
   "Just drink this and relax.  No one will notice
a thing."
   Carolyn quickly looked around the crowded room.  Miss
Perfect was right.  No one was taking the slightest
notice of her, and with the long paper skirt that hung
to the floor, no one but Miss Perfect could tell she was
almost naked from the waist down.  It did make her feel a
little better, but not much.
   Carolyn tried to relax as best she could, as she
picked up the glass to take a drink.  Just when she got
it to her lips, Miss Perfect's hand was once again
between her crossed legs, innocently touching her
inflamed clit.
  She jumped and spilled some of her juice, narrowly
missing her jacket.
  "You should be more careful, Carolyn.  You wouldn't
want to stain your beautiful jacket.  I think you should
take it off so you don't accidentally spill something on
it."
   Before Carolyn could protest, Miss Perfect took the
glass from Carolyn's hand and sat it on the table.  Then,
with the skill of a surgeon, Carolyn's jacket was gone.
The Principal got up and placed it on another table.
   Now the only thing that was covering the pretty
secretary was her transparent white blouse, shoes and
stockings.  Carolyn couldn't be more humiliated now.  It
wasn't bad enough that she was naked from the waist down,
now everyone could clearly see her breasts on complete
display under her thin top.  She tried to keep her arms
crossed over her chest, but her duties as a recruiter
were repeatedly preventing this.
   As the students continued to come up to the table,
Carolyn could tell from the way they kept staring at her
she was showing a good deal more of herself then she
should.
   Without being too obvious about it, she uncrossed her
legs and tried to sit lower in her seat, so she could
hide her breasts from anyone who might be watching.  But,
all that did was make her spread her legs a little wider,
so when Miss Perfect's hand found its way back between
her thighs, one of her host's fingers was able to easily
slide inside her vulnerable cunt!
   "OH!" gulped Carolyn.
   "Is there something the matter, dear?" the Principal
asked when there was a brief lull in students.  "You can
tell me.  I'm used to hearing all sorts of things."
   "Ah, no.  I'm fine, Marilyn.  Just a little nervous,
what with the students and all."
   "It does take some getting used to, doesn't it?" Miss
Perfect said sympathetically, as her hand moved gently
over Carolyn's crotch, the single finger twirling
seductively inside the now sopping cunt.
   "Oh, yesss!" whispered a stunned Carolyn.  "It
certainly does!"
   Carolyn couldn't believe that this was happening, and
right in the middle of the cafeteria.  "She has to know
where her hand is!" Carolyn thought desperately.  "She
just has too!"
   The Principal just began to talk again to the incoming
students, laughing and joking with an easy rapport,
without showing any sign that her finger was moving
freely in the increasingly befuddled Carolyn's
defenseless pussy, as various students continued to come
up the table for questions and advice.
   Carolyn noticed that for some reason, the students
seemed to practically swarm around her table and leave
the other recruiters sitting very much alone.  She was
getting many applications, but was finding it difficult
to concentrate enough to check them for completeness.
That finger was driving her insane!
   Miss Perfect was reminding the students about the
coming assembly that everyone would be attending, when
her finger began to thrust deeply inside the tight vagina
of the frantic young woman sitting beside her.
  Carolyn had to tell her about it, but she couldn't.
Perhaps if she could just reach down and pull it out of
her?  No, never!  Not with all of these students around.
  The secretary knew she was running out of time.  She
was finding it impossible to concentrate at all now, and
could barely acknowledge the students' presence, let
alone talk intelligently with any of them.  Carolyn was
having trouble breathing, and knew her pounding heart was
racing a mile a minute underneath her heaving chest.

   Miss Perfect was having a splendid time toying with
her new guest.  She was getting quite a chuckle out of
watching the poor woman as she squirmed helplessly around
in her seat, trying to get the finger out of her pussy
while in the middle of student discussions.  She was
about to step up her assault when a waitress came up to
the table.
   "I'm sorry to disturb you Miss Perfect, but you have
an urgent phone call from the main office."
   "I'll be back in a moment," Miss Perfect said politely
to Carolyn, then gave the waitress an icy stare.  She
removed her finger, got up, and cursing quietly under her
breath, left the room.
   Carolyn was so agitated that it took her a few moments
to even realize that Miss Perfect had left the table.  It
would give her time to recover from her strange ordeal,
and to figure out what to do if it should happen again.
   She realized that Miss Perfect's innocent touching
was starting to really get to her, and she hated herself
for her own weakness.  If it started up again, she knew
she would certainly loose control, her traitorous body
seemed that ready.  Then what could she say?  Carolyn
wondered.
   She thought about wrapping the white, paper table
covering around her waist and just make a run for it back
to her car.  But that's crazy, she reasoned.  She was in
absolutely no danger here, in a crowded cafeteria.  Plus,
she was here for a reason.  She couldn't just disappoint
these children because of her own foolishness.  Was it
the school's fault that for some reason today she
couldn't keep her clothes in order?
   She just couldn't think, with all that had already
happened to her today.  Finally, the cafeteria began
clearing as the students headed for their next class, and
Carolyn was alone.  Even the other recruiters had left
the room.
   Carolyn was stuck.  She couldn't go anywhere without
her skirt.  She lowered her head and felt ready for a
good cry.
   "Hi, Carolyn!"
   Carolyn jerked her head up to see, the bubbly Beth
Armstrong smiling at her.
   "You look like you're having fun.  I just stopped by
to see how you're getting along with Miss Perfect," Beth
said, staring intently at Carolyn's quite visible nipples
pressing against her thin white blouse.
   Carolyn was actually happy to see Beth, even after
what had happened earlier.
   "I need your help, Beth,"  she said.  "I need you to
go..."
   Before Carolyn could finish, Beth cut in and said,
"Look, I'm not really supposed to be here, but I had to
ask a quick question from your Mrs. Stevens.  She wanted
to know if you would be ready to speak for the school
assembly this afternoon?"
   Before Carolyn could answer, they both saw
Miss Perfect in the far end of the room, talking to some
of the cafeteria staff.
   "Oh, no," Beth giggled, just as the Principal finished
her conversation and started walking purposefully to the
recruiters' tables.
   Carolyn heard a brief rustle of paper.  She turned to
answer the girl's question when Beth seemed to simply
disappear.  She was still looking around the empty room
for any sign of her when the Principle came up to the
table.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Miss Perfect watched as Carolyn grew more distant with
every passing minute.  She knew that Carolyn was being
turned on in some way but didn't know how.  She watched
Carolyn squirming around until beads of sweat were
covering the woman's beautiful face.  She took a quick
look around the deserted room.
   "You look a little warm, dear.  Why don't we unbutton
your blouse just a bit."
   "W-well, I-I am f-feeling a little h-hot," Carolyn
answered almost in a trance, having long since forgotten
where she was.
   Miss Perfect reached over and unbuttoned Carolyn's
blouse.  She pushed it off her shoulders, then sat back
and watched Carolyn's magnificent breasts rapidly rise
and fall.

   Beth couldn't help but giggle as she watched the lower
part of Carolyn's body trembling as she lightly blew on
Carolyn's hard little clit.  Miss Perfect was always
proud of her magic tongue, her special talent.  The way
she could push a woman right to the brink and hold her
there until she would scream for release.  Now it was
time to have fun with Miss Lord.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Eight

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

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

   Of course, this opportunity had to arrive when Carolyn
was in the middle of changing out her wardrobe.  Tamiko,
when she heard where they would be going this week, took
one look through Carolyn's now seriously depleted
collection of clothes and threw her hands up in despair.
   "It's amazing!" she exclaimed to the sheepish Carolyn,
who had by now been thoroughly conditioned by Tamiko to
be very ashamed of her old clothes.  "You have absolutely
nothing to wear!"
   "I'm sorry," Carolyn whispered, feeling wretched that
she had once again embarrassed herself in front of her
dearest friend with her shoddy wardrobe.
   There was nothing for it, of course, but they had to
go out that night and start looking for the proper outfit
for Carolyn.

   That was Monday.  They searched and searched, until
three days later Tamiko was satisfied they had found the
correct dress for such a special occasion.  Naturally,
there wasn't time for the store to make the alterations,
so darling Tamiko had to do them herself.  Carolyn
marveled again and again, as she watched the teenager
laboring over her new dress, on how had she ever gotten
along before without her?   The young Japanese was an
absolute treasure!

   Finally, it was 6pm Friday, and Carolyn could hardly
contain herself.  She had been singing the arias from the
famous opera all week, to the amused despair of Mrs.
Stevens, and it was time to begin the long drive to the
university.
   Mrs. Stevens had told her that morning, "I've decided
to Hell with driving, we're taking a limo!"
   Carolyn had never been in a limo before, except for
the occasional funeral, and she was looking forward to
the experience.
   She checked her watch and decided there was just
enough time for one last check before their ride would
arrive.
   Carolyn looked carefully at her reflection in the full
length mirror for any flaws, but surprisingly could find
not a one.  Of course, it wasn't really her in that
mirror at all.
   The woman who looked back at her was truly beautiful.
The full length black velvet gown glowed in the harsh
light of the bathroom.  A thin strap around the woman's
neck was all that held up the backless gown's low-cut
bodice.  The woman was showing a great deal of cleavage,
and her proud, firm breasts could be seen to tremble
slightly with her every move.  The bodice wrapped around
and joined the skirt low in the back, giving the
impression from the front that the woman's back would be
fully covered, and not exposed all the way down to her
waist.  The elegant black patent-leather 2-inch pumps
peaking out underneath the full skirt and her small
matching handbag completed the woman's exterior.
   Underneath, Carolyn sadly acknowledged the fact that
the woman in the mirror was practically naked.  Tamiko
had been most insistent that, because the gown was so
thick, that she should be as cool as possible.  All she
was allowed to have for underwear this night was some
short stocking booties for her feet, and the smallest set
of panties she had ever seen.
   Actually, they looked more like some abbreviated
bikini bottoms she had seen.  The front was a very small
black silk triangle which barely covered her pubic mound.
It was fastened around the waist by white knotted strings
which rode on her hip bones.  There was no back to it,
just a thin strip running deeply between her jutting
buttocks.
   "Oh, God," Carolyn though.  "Please make it so I will
not have to take this dress off tonight."  She knew that
if she was run over or something and they had to take her
to the emergency room, she would just die of
embarrassment!
   To help with any perspiration problems she might have,
Tamiko gave her some "extra-strength" baby powder she
herself always used on such occasions.  Carolyn liberally
coated it on what there was of the interior of the
panties, then put some under her arms as well.  "A girl
just can't be too careful," she thought.
   As she was leaving the room, a flash of gold caught
her eye.  Although not one to wear jewelry, Tamiko had
given her something for tonight so elegant she just
couldn't say no.  It was a thin band of multi-linked
hammered gold, and it fitted around her neck like a
choker.  The flashing gold set off her clean olive
complexion to perfection.

   She and Tamiko went downstairs to the front of the
building as the long limo was just pulling up to the
entrance.  The driver got out and opened the passenger
door for the pair.
   Carolyn was about to get in when she stopped in shock
for a moment.  Inside the dark, plush interior, Carolyn
saw three people.  On either side of the back seat were
her employer Abigail Stevens and her good friend the
Principle Marilyn Perfect.  Seated in the center of the
seat facing them was Miss Perfect's ward, the mischievous
if compelling beautiful Beth Armstrong.
   "Hi," said Mrs. Stevens.  "I thought we might as well
all travel together."
   "Oh, of course," said a dubious Carolyn as she entered
the limo.  Not wanting to sit between the two friends,
Carolyn reluctantly sat on Beth's right.  Carolyn noticed
with irritation that Tamiko meanwhile had cheerfully sat
herself in the empty space between Mrs. Stevens and Miss
Perfect.
   Carolyn introduced Tamiko to everyone and settled in
for the long ride.
   Mrs. Stevens passed around filled glasses from an
already opened bottle of champagne.
   "To a fun evening!" she toasted, and they all drank.
   She immediately refilled their glasses, then said, "To
La Boheme!"
   "Oh, my God!" thought Carolyn.  "It's not going to
turn into one of those nights, is it?"  She hated it
whenever she was with a group of intelligent women who
insisted on getting drunk and then making fools of
themselves.  It was such an obvious loss of control!
   But, she had to toast her favorite opera, she just had
to.  She drank with the rest, and allowed her glass to be
refilled along with all the others.  Fortunately, the
toasting seemed to have ended for the moment, and Carolyn
resolved to nurse this drink for the rest of the 45-
minute ride.
   Trying to make the best of it, she turned to Beth and
said, "What a pleasant surprise it is to see you here,
Miss Armstrong.  I didn't know there were any extra
tickets."
   "The school got a few and Marilyn snagged one for me.
Sweet, huh?  Really, my guardian likes to take me along
everywhere.  She doesn't really trust me when I'm alone,"
Beth explained, her green eyes sparkling in the dark
interior.
   "Now, Beth.  You know that's not true," said Miss
Perfect, patiently.

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

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


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Nine

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

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

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

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

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

   La Boheme unfolded its timeless tale of love and
consumption with the usual pomp and majesty, but Carolyn,
to her regret, soon had ears for none of it.
   The burning Carolyn had felt earlier had returned with
a vengeance.  The pressure of the cloth between her legs
was maddening.  Try as she might, it was simply torture
for her to sit still for very long.
   She kept having to cross her legs every few moments,
in a vain attempt to stifle the growing fire.  Sliding
secretly on the plush theater seat didn't help any
either.  It just caused the cloth to start rubbing, and
she knew with a desperate certainty that the last thing
she needed was something to start rubbing down there.
   Sweat was running down the side of her face.  She was
biting her lower lip in her frustration.  Her breasts
were practically jumping out of her low-cut bodice with
her labored breathing.  She was sure the back of her
skirt was completely soaked with her vaginal fluids.
   "God! Please, God!" Carolyn desperately prayed.
"Intermission.  I need the intermission, now!"
   Still, the sweet, wonderful music continued.
   People whispered to her but she couldn't hear a thing
from the roaring in her ears.  She could sense that
Tamiko and Mrs. Stevens were watching her occasionally,
but she couldn't bare the shame of facing either of them
right now.  Besides, it was taking all of her
concentration to keep from embarrassing herself, from
having an orgasm right there in the middle of the
audience, in the middle of La Boheme, for God's sake!
   She wasn't doing anything, she pleaded with herself.
She was just sitting!  It wasn't fair!  It just wasn't
fair at all!

   By the time the curtain closed and the lights came up
for the long-awaited intermission, Carolyn was terrified
of moving.  She had been finessed to such a peak of
repressed excitement that she was positive she would
climax immediately if she did anything at all.
   People were getting up all around her, stretching and
making their way to the exits, yet the sweating,
trembling Carolyn remained where she was seated.
   "I must fight this!  I must!" she thought repeatedly,
frantically.  Yet, paradoxically, the more she fought
against it, the more she wanted it to happen.  It always
felt so good, so wondrous when ever and where ever it did
happen, that she almost couldn't stand it.
   She had denied herself for so long all such marvelous
sensations, sensations that she never in fact even
dreamed could exist in the real world.  She always
thought that they were only the product of some over-
heated playwright, poet, or writer.
   Now that they were a fantastic reality, now that they
had actually started for her, Miss Carolyn Lord, she
couldn't turn them off!  It was all she secretly thought
about.  It was maddening!
   Even when such feelings happened against her will, she
knew that deep within her very soul she embraced them
joyfully, and hated herself for doing so.
   Tonight, it was happening again.  Once again her
traitorous body had unbelievably rebelled against her, as
if it had a mind of its own.  This time, though, it would
be different.  This time her mind would finally win.
   Carolyn was startled from her thoughts by the belated
realization that Tamiko's face was a inch from her own,
the girl looking directly into her glazed eyes.
   "Y-yes?" Carolyn was finally able to gasp.
   "Would you like to come with us for something to eat?"
   "Oh, n-no.  No, I'm fine, thanks."
   Carolyn jumped as both her nipples were sharply
tweaked through the thick velvet.  She looked in open-
mouthed disbelief at the departing Tamiko as the massive
climax finally overwhelmed her.
   "Uh-uh!" she grunted, her head tilted back over the
seat rest, her hands plunged between her legs, holding
her pulsating crotch through the velvet as her cringing
body spasmed uncontrollably again and again.

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

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

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

   By opera's end, the stupefied Carolyn felt drained.
She had climaxed so many times her vagina actually hurt.
The back of her dress from her waist down and her theater
seat were both one massive wet spot.  She could barely
stand, and it took the assistance of both Tamiko and Mrs.
Stevens to walk her swaying body down the row and out of
the theater.

   When the ushers saw Carolyn's condition, several
immediately went over to the group and offered their
assistance.
   "It's okay, folks," Mrs. Stevens assured them.  "Just a
little too much opera, that's all."

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


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Ten

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

   "Now, it's your turn."

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

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

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

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

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

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


End Part Ten

End of Story!!!