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

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

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


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Four

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

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

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

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

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

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


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Five

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

   "Ah, ha!  There's the problem," Rocky exclaimed
breathily as she felt the smooth, rounded tip that was
buried between Carolyn's ass cheeks, her mind spinning
with the heady aroma emanating from Carolyn's vulnerable
sex.  She knew what she had done was very dangerous: Rule
One for the staff was that you never touch a member
first.  "Control!" Rocky thought desperately as she
looked at the perfect cunt right there in front of her.
"Remember, she's a member!"
   She breathed deeply and, dizzy with the heavenly scent
of the woman, Rocky threw caution to the winds.  "What
ever happens, it will be worth it!" she thought
gleefully.
   With unbridled joy, Rocky clutched each delightful
buttock firmly and gently pulled Carolyn's hips forward,
planting her nose in the soft tissue of Carolyn's vulva
in the process.  Moving the now freed hips slightly back-
and-forth, Rocky used the opportunity to rub the bridge
of her prominent nose against Carolyn's highly sensitive
vulva.  Humming in the joy of her work, Rocky
deliberately teased Carolyn's vulva until she could feel
the bridge of her nose covered with the woman's vaginal
juices.
   Stunned by what had happened, Carolyn could only stand
and vaguely wonder why it was taking Rocky so long to
help her.  She thought she was free of it, but Rocky
still seemed to be working at something with her hips, so
something must still be wrong.  She knew there was
something touching her sensitive sex, but what could she
do about it?  The woman was only trying to free her from
the consequences of her own stupidity.  How could she
complain to her about that?
   Soon she did not care that everyone in the room had by
now stopped whatever they were doing and stared at where
she stood in her shame and degradation.  Carolyn was now
really worried only about one thing.  It was the burning,
again.  It started when she had been reduced to her
underwear.  She could feel the tingling in her vagina
even then.  Now it was almost out of control.  She could
feel it steadily build and build deep within her.  The
passion was building within her, that terrible passion
where reason fled and her body took control.
   She prayed that Rocky would free her before she once
again made a fool of herself.  But Rocky seemed no nearer
success then she was before.  The movement of her hips
continued, and with it so did the pressing on her sex.
The more that Rocky tried to free her, the worse the fire
became.  She felt like such a slut!
   Carolyn realized with horror that she had done it to
herself again!  Again!  In her anger at her own terrible
nature, her hips began to move on their own, increasing
the pleasure of each stroke.  Her hands tightly clutched
the back of Rocky's head as she tried to increase the
strange tingling she felt on her womanhood.  As the
sensations of her arousal increased, so too did her
feelings of self-anger.  As her anger increased, the more
powerful her thrusting hips became.
   It took all of Rocky's considerable strength to hold
on to the fiercely jerking hips, any sense of propriety
long since forgotten in a storm of emotions.  She planted
her mouth on Carolyn's vulnerable pussy, sucking, biting,
and tonguing the hyper-sensitive flesh for all she was
worth.
   The other women in the room could only sit passively
as they watched the beautiful woman respond to the oral
stimulation she was receiving from her enthusiastic
lover.
   The scream which marked Carolyn's climax echoed about
the silent room.  Carolyn was in ecstasy, her degradation
was complete!  In her deranged metal state, it was a sign
of her true worth to be used by everyone and anyone.
Nothing else mattered any more.  She was so obviously a
slut, she might as well be treated as one.
   Before she could act on this strange idea, Carolyn
found herself being dragged across the room.  "Come on,
honey," Rocky said, holding her by the arm.  "Let's find
some place a little more private."
   They went through a side door into a room containing a
single saddle on a metal pedestal.
   Carolyn was trying to clear her head of the strange
thoughts which were