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

   Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction (honest!).  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 as is and all will be well.  Enjoy!

   Part I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   It was going to be a very long day.

   *****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "But we told Tiffany all about it!"

   "It figures," Carolyn groaned to herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Why, this is marvelous!"

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

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

   "Could I have another, please?"

   "I think that can be arranged."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Tamiko stopped her demonstration and looked coolly at the condition of
her latest victim.  Soon, she thought happily.  Soon.  "There is an
interesting variation to that last technique which I am sure will interest
you," she said with a cold detachment.  "It is somewhat difficult, so
please let me know if you feel anything."

   "Um, of course," agreed Carolyn.  Feel what?  she wondered uneasily as
she saw a tiny cleft of concentration form between the girl's eyebrows.

   Carolyn Lord watched her hostess, with what she hoped was a look of only
mild astonishment, as the girl suddenly pursed her lips into a small rose,
and with her flattening cheeks, indicated a strong sucking action as she
looked pointedly toward Carolyn's prominent left breast.

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

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

   "OH!  Oh, oh my!  I...feel...I feel something!"

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

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

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

   "What do you feel?" the girl asked calmly.  Carolyn couldn't speak for a
moment, her mouth was so dry.  She could not even swallow.  "It's s-so odd.
It's my...my...," she blurted, then stopped.

   No, she couldn't say it.  She just couldn't!  She could never talk of
such things.  Besides, she must be wrong about what she was feeling. 
Carolyn knew that it couldn't be happening.  There must be some rational
explanation, there must be!  She was sitting fully dressed in a room full
of other women (children, really), attending a party.  Yet, the way her
body was reacting, she might as well have been naked and alone with Tamiko
in some bedroom.  Carolyn shivered at the thought, although she couldn't
understand why such an outrageous idea could affect her in such a way.

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

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

   "Oh, no", Carolyn whispered.  "Not again."

   Tamiko again pursed her lips and the now-familiar sucking sensation soon
engulfed the entire tip of Carolyn's right breast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Now it was time for her to go!

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

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

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

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

   "Now, isn't that better?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Part II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

   It couldn't get any worse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Oooohh, my poor head," Carolyn moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Yes."

   "Well then."

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

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

   "But why would I take them all off?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "But..."

   "Now, sit!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Oh, forgot something.  Be right back."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Part III

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Tamiko them abruptly stood up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Stop what?"

   "You know.  Don't be childish."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Not like what?"

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

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

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

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

   "Where are they trying to touch you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "When?  I would really like to know."

   "What's wrong, Carolyn?"

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

   "Do what?"

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

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

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

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

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

   Fawn already had her arm around Carolyn's waist.

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

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

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

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

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

   "What?" asked the increasingly confused young woman.

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

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

   "Is this true?" Carolyn asked Samantha.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Part IV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Fawn started to kiss the distraught Carolyn on the neck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Wha.?" asked the shaken Carolyn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

   Part V

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Carolyn's hips bucked and twisted, her hands desperately trying to push
the head away from her most private of places, but it was no use.  Her
assailant clung tenaciousl