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Hi there. Here we go with yet another tale of sizzling sex, unspeakable
betrayal, and child care. 'Ta!
LCDRJMC
[lcdrjmc] Subject: NEW: The Nanny Part 1/4 (F/F, reluc) by
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Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic 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. Have fun.
Prolog
Jacquelyn Devereux stood in front of the large smoked
plate glass window, and surveyed her domain. From the
top of one of the high glass towers in downtown Chicago,
the telecommunications specialist contemplated her lot
with satisfaction.
"Not bad for a second-generation transplant from the
back alleys of Marseilles," she thought. "Not bad at
all."
Built from nothing, Devereux Communications was now
one of the dominant forces in the industry. A satisfying
consequences of that was it allowed her and her beloved
family and friends to live a life of luxury and style in
their large secluded estate north of the city.
It also allowed them to discretely follow their very
unconventional lifestyles, which, she thought with
glowing contentment, might not always meet the approval
of their more conservative neighbors. Or the police, for
that matter.
Turning abruptly from the magnificent view of the
Chicago waterfront, Devereux went to her mahogany desk
and sat in the plush leather seat. After sparing a quick
glance around her elegant office, she pulled a key from a
small, secret compartment in the desk and unlocked the
center drawer. This was where she always kept her
special things, secret things. From a stack of slim
manila envelopes, she took from the drawer one marked
only by a large red 'F', and carefully opened it.
Inside the envelope were six single-page personal
summaries, each with an attached small color photograph
in the upper left corner. She saw with satisfaction that
each photo was the professionally done half-length
portrait of a beautiful young woman. She closed the
drawer and removed all of the files from the envelope.
She then methodically spread the files out across the
empty top of the large desk.
"Now, what choices does she have for us this time?"
she said softly, her dark eyes glittering slits behind
the lowered lids.
Forthingill was very expensive, but her stock was the
best in the trade, no question.
"Where does she find them?" Jacquelyn quietly
wondered.
She read each of the files carefully. After a quick
deliberation, she selected one and returned the rest to
the envelope.
The name at the top of the sheet read "Valentine,
Athena ****." The stars were Forthingill's own estimate
of the girl's suitability to her client's needs. Four
stars was the highest rating possible.
Forthingill always made it a point to guarantee
nothing. Her ratings were a measure of potential, and
that was all. With human nature, nothing was certain.
But, her estimates were inevitably quite accurate, and
well worth the non-refundable, and usually astronomical
price.
Jacquelyn went down the girl's statistics: parents
divorced, lived from early infancy with strict mother,
equivalent high-school degree based on home tutoring, age
18, height 5'6", weight 110 pounds, bust 35", waist 22",
hips 34", hair blonde, eyes blue, no distinguishing
marks.
She looked at the girl's portrait again. "Perfect,"
she thought. "Just perfect."
The Nanny: Part I
Athena Valentine, eager young reporter, reviewed hopefully
what she had just written.
"Sophisticated professional Miss Athena Valentine, only
18-years old and already a proven expert in the demanding
field of child-care, watched with wondrous awe as the
greatest metropolis of the mid-west, the sun-drenched
city of Chicago, unfolded beneath her window, while the
gleaming silver airliner made its majestic approach to
O'Hare International Airport."
It sounded good, but she still wondered if this was
how a naïve teenager fresh from nanny school would really
react to her first sight of Chicago? At least, that was
what she hoped her alter-ego would think it would be like.
Athena looked down at her legal pad in disapproval and
lined out her first paragraph. "A journalism major with
a 3.8 grade-point average and I'm writing this shit,"
she thought with despair. Some Watergate this was
turning out to be!
She had been working at the Free Press for less than a
month when her editor called her into his office for a
talk. He had been working on an idea that required some
superb investigative reporting but had been lacking
someone with the proper skills to make it a reality.
Her editor had made it sound so exciting. Her
assignment would be to go undercover and blow the lid off
of what he called the 'Nanny Racket'. He wasn't really
sure what abuses would be uncovered by her efforts but he
was absolutely certain there had to be something going
on.
He told her it could be as dramatic as covered-up
child abuse by poorly trained teenagers, or simply just
another excuse to cause harassed parents to part with
their money for more expensive schooling their daughters
would never use. By following a typical nanny pipeline,
attending school (there was even one in town!) and
actually living for a time with a real family, she would
be the first reporter ever to get to the truth of the
matter.
Visions of a Pulitzer Prize had suddenly dazzled the
normally level-headed Athena's mind as her editor
continued.
Either way, he was convinced that the recent rise in
the use of nannies by the wealthier members of society
was sufficient cause for a job of investigative reporting
on the same level that Woodward and Bernstein of the
Washington Post conducted on the legendary Watergate
scandal.
At the mention of her idols, Woodward and Bernstein,
Athena's heart started fluttering. As her editor talked
about the job, she could already see herself in the TV
movie based on her exploits. "My God!" she thought.
"After what they did with 'All The President's Men', God
only knows who they would get to play me!"
"YES! Oh, yes!" Athena exclaimed, to the surprise and
delight of her editor. If this worked out, perhaps she
could get a job as the star reporter on a real newspaper!
After waiting in the boarding area for two hours past
her departure time, she was beginning to wonder if she
would ever get there. Outside the glass terminal hordes
of mechanics swarmed over the plane to correct what was
officially announced as a 'minor difficulty'. "Idiots.
Who were they trying to fool?" she thought scornfully.
It had been a rough road, but at last she was here,
ready to start her new undercover life as a professional
nanny. It was such a fantastic opportunity, she could
hardly believe it had happened to her. They were
actually going to pay her to live in (well, near anyway)
an exciting big city with a wealthy family, and do what
she enjoyed best, playing the crafty investigator on her
unsuspecting hosts. Of course, there was the minor fact
that she would actually have to take care of little
children, at least part of the time.
"Ugh!" she thought. It was a draw-back to be sure, as
she didn't really like the little stinkers, but it was
the only way she could uncover the secret world of the
modern nanny.
One thing about modern nannies she had found out
already: the pay was excellent. In fact, she noted with
chagrin that she was making less as an undercover
reporter on per diem for the Free Press than as a nanny
on her first assignment. This was especially bad the way
they kept referring at the paper to 'fringe benefits' in
lieu of pay.
But, no matter how she looked at this assignment, it
was perfect for her! Even her mother would have approved
of it, if she had been able to tell her. Because her
assignment was so secret, she couldn't tell anyone where
she was going or why. She could only say that the
paper's travel section was sending her out of town for a
couple of months.
Now here she was at the airport, a very recent
graduate of nanny school, or as it was officially known:
the Miss Forthingill's School of Child Care for the
Privileged. It was a terribly exclusive school to get
into, the most expensive in the state. She had been very
surprised to find that her editor, posing as her guardian
and pulling some strings, had already submitted a false
past for her and gotten her enrolled even before she had
agreed to the assignment, the rat! She hadn't even
applied and here she was accepted already!
While at nanny school, she found that her training,
and a few other girls', had been somewhat different from
the other students. They were always kept apart, and
their training was much shorter, much more
individualized. The one week of schooling seemed a bit
perfunctory even to Athena, but they said that once they
were assigned to their families, they would find that
experience was truly the best teacher. They seemed to
focus more on how they should always try to fit in with
the lifestyles of their new families, no matter how odd
or eccentric they might seem, rather than on the duties
of actual child care.
Although her editor had warned her not to, Athena took
covert notes like crazy in her journal and hoped to have
time later to make sense of it all.
Surprisingly, she and the others of her special
group were part of the few graduates for whom the school
had obtained an immediate position directly following
graduation. In Athena's case, it seemed the family was
so eager to have her that they had even sent her an
airline ticket for the first available flight.
Athena had wanted to spend some time at home with her
family before going out on her first assignment, but they
were in some kind of child-care crisis in Chicago and
required her services immediately.
It was well after midnight when, at last, the boarding
announcement was made.
Not sure of what to do and wanting to remain
inconspicuous, Athena was one of the last passengers to
board. She followed the dwindling line of embarking
passengers down a long corridor and into the plane.
After showing her pass, the girl was directed to her seat
in the business class section.
She knew it was vital for her to be in character at
all times, even in situations that had nothing to do with
her assignment. Her editor had repeatedly warned her
that she had to preserve her undercover identity at all
costs, and to consider such things as nanny school and
this plane trip as an excellent opportunity for practice.
"If you slip even once, it could cost you the
assignment," he warned. "You must never leave your role
as the innocent 18-year old nanny and become the
sophisticated 21-year old college graduate."
"I can do this," she thought. "I can play the naive
teenager, out in the world for the first time. I'll just
pretend I'm my bubble-headed sister. Talk about easy!"
Athena considered her sister Alexis to be the pro-
typical high school bimbo. If not actually retarded, she
must have been very close. She was a real head-turner,
Athena had to admit, but her lips moved when she read
anything (which wasn't often). She hated the idea of
having to act like that, of using her looks to get what
she wanted. It was so demeaning, but this was her chance
at the big time and she wasn't going to do anything to
jeopardize it.
"Why, this isn't crowed at all," she exclaimed, acting
as if she had never been on a plane before.
Scattered around the spacious cabin were pairs of
plush recliners, each pair well separated from the
others. The few business class passengers, having
boarded much earlier, were all settled in and asleep by
the time Athena made her way into the cabin.
She acted as if she found the numbers and letters on
the cabin walls confusing, and she wandered about the
cabin, waking the occasional passenger and asking them,
"Is this my seat?"
When she asked a sweet-looking little old lady who was
sitting alone, the woman took one startled look up at the
beautiful apparition which had suddenly appeared as if
from magic. She saw a breath-taking teenager with long
straight blonde hair falling over her shoulders, button
nose, delightful chest, shapely hips, and wide blue eyes.
The ancient crone glanced quickly about the cabin,
then immediately croaked, "Yes!!" She gestured with a
withered claw of a hand to the empty seat next to hers.
"Oh, goody!" said the reporter, trying to act like an
excited teenager. "A window seat for my very first
flight. How nice!"
Athena put her purse down and took off her Forthingill
blazer. She reached up and tried to place the blazer in
the storage compartment located over her seat. It was a
reach, but she found that by leaning and stretching over
the old woman she would be able to place her blazer in
the compartment. She realized that this must be terribly
inconvenient to her new companion and repeatedly
apologized to her about it.
The giddy ancient would only respond with a kindly but
strangely muffled, "That's all right, dear."
So intent was she on putting her blazer away and so
nervous that she was finally on the case, Athena didn't
realize that she was unwittingly pressing her jutting breasts
tightly against the old woman's face.
Finally, Athena had made sure her blazer was neat and
safely put away for the trip. She was ready to go to her
seat now, and waited for the old woman to politely rise
so that she could pass. Unfortunately, the woman seemed
quite planted in her seat, and Athena knew that there was
nothing to do but slide in front of her.
Murmuring a soft but pointed, "Excuse me!" Athena faced
forward and, her hands on the seat in front of her, moved
sideways in front of her companion. The woman
violently sneezed just as Athena was directly in front of
her and Athena felt the woman's head push right onto her
pleated skirt, at a spot just centered on her firm
buttocks!
"Oh!" the startled reporter cried. Mortified, Athena
tried to move away but found the woman now held her by
her skirt in a surprisingly strong grip as she continued
to violently sneeze.
Not knowing what else to do, Athena could only wait
until the old woman finished her sneezing fit. Each
sneeze caused the woman to pull down tighter on Athena's
skirt, until with a final monstrous "Ka-CHU!" the skirt
fell to the cabin floor.
Stunned, Athena could only look opened-mouth in horror
at her fallen skirt. The woman, after drinking in the
pert behind thrusting from underneath the starched white
blouse, placed her trembling hands on the blonde's waist
and guided the shocked girl over to her seat. Next, she
used her blanket to cover the woman's sculptured nylon-
clad legs.
"Thank you!" Athena was finally able to say.
The old woman, terribly apologetic, said "I'm so
sorry! I'm just a senile old fool. Please forgive me!"
as she held the torn garment towards Athena in her
shaking hands.
Touched by the very old woman's obvious sincerity,
Athena could only say, smiling, "It's not your fault,
really. I forgive you." She took her skirt and
carefully inspected the damage.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" the old woman beamed.
"I'm Mrs. Murphy, by the way."
"Hi!," Athena chirped automatically. "My name is
Athena. Athena Valentine."
"Lovely name," Mrs. Murphy cooed.
"Thank you."
"Can it be fixed?" she timorously asked, as the
frowning Athena kept looking at the skirt's fastener.
"Yes, it was just a few buttons. Do you have a sewing
kit?"
"Of course, child. Listen, since this is your first
ride in an airplane and since I've cause you more than
enough trouble, let me look after you this trip. I've
flown a great deal and know exactly what to do."
"Well," Athena said, hesitantly. "If it wouldn't be
too much trouble, I would really appreciate that." She
knew that her sister was constantly on the look-out for
people to help her, so her life would be easier by her
not having to think for herself.
"Good. It's settled, then. So, why don't you lean
back and take it easy and I'll have this skirt of yours
fixed in about ten minutes. How about a drink, while you
wait?"
"Yes, thank you. Any diet soda they have will be just
fine, but only if it's not too expensive. I'm on a
budget."
"Don't worry, child, it's on me," she said as she rang
for the steward and, with voice lowered, ordered two
champagnes.
"Thank you. You're being very generous."
"Not at all, child. Now, we must get you all fastened
in," the old woman stated matter-of-factly as she slid
her hands under Athena's blanket.
The old woman proved to be quite fumbled-fingered. It
took her some time to locate the far half of Athena's
seat belt. She had to run her hand continuously up and
down Athena's upper leg and hip before she found it.
Then, she kept dropping the metal end right between her
thighs, and had to repeatedly reach after it. The
cringing Athena again and again offered to do it herself
as she fought to keep from protecting herself, but it was
obvious to her that Mrs. Murphy was a proud old woman,
because she wouldn't allow the agitated reporter to help
her at all.
By the time her seat belt was properly fastened,
Athena was feeling very flushed and embarrassed, in spite
of Mrs. Murphy's good intentions.
Still, in exchange for all of her kindness and good
intentions, Athena felt compelled to tell Mrs. Murphy all
about herself as a new nanny and why she was going to
Chicago. By the time their drinks had arrived she was
feeling quite thirsty.
"Oooh, what is this?" she said enthusiastically as she
could after she tasted the disappointing liquid in the
tall, fluted glass.
"It's a special kind of soft drink they have in
Europe. I understand it has very few calories."
"My, it tickles, doesn't it?" Athena giggled, after
carefully sipping the poor vintage. "Now why," she
wondered, "would this nice old lady want to slip someone
champagne?"
"Oh, yes. It surly does. Now, here's your skirt. I
had to use smaller buttons than usual, they were all I
had, but otherwise it's good as new."
Athena moved to slip the skirt on under her blanket,
when the old woman stopped her. "Oh, no. You certainly
don't want to do that."
"I should go to the rest room, you mean."
"No, that's not it. You must leave it off, otherwise
it will become terribly wrinkled."
"Oh, my! I couldn't do that! I just couldn't!"
"Well, okay. At least let me help you get it on, then."
"NO!" Athena inadvertently shouted. After seeing the
terribly hurt look on the face of her aged companion, she
softened her protest to, "No, I can do it myself.
Really."
She opened her seat belt and, after looking guiltily
around the cabin, pulled up her skirt over her legs as
surreptitiously as possible. Raising herself slightly
above her seat, she pulled it up over her hips. She
tucked in her blouse and attempted to fastened her skirt.
Athena discovered she had a problem with her skirt's
new buttons. They were so small they could hardly stay
in their holes. She would have to replace them as soon
possible after she arrived at her new home.
She looked over at her companion and saw tears rolling
down the kindly old woman's face. "Oh, my!" thought
Athena. "I've done a terrible thing. I must have really
hurt her, and all she wanted was to help."
After taking a deep breath and knowing she would
probably regret this, Athena gently told her, "Tell you
what, Mrs. Murphy. You can help me all you like from now
on, OK?"
Mrs. Murphy's smile of pure joy lit up the cabin in
its brilliance. "I can? Oh, thank you! Thank you!"
gushed the cunning old crone. "Most won't let me do much
of anything anymore. Too old, I guess."
"Nonsense! You are just fine. Here, why don't you…
fasten my seat belt for me again. I always have trouble
with those silly things." The things she had to do, she
thought.
And so it went for the first two hours of the flight.
Athena surprisingly found her aged business-class
companion to be truly a joy and a treasure. When Mrs.
Murphy wasn't telling her of spellbinding stories of her
youth (mining gold in the Yukon, movies with Mack
Sennett), she would always be doing things for her,
watching over her. She was such an interesting
character, Athena could hardly wait to write her into her
article! Besides, it felt so nice to be fussed over for
a change, even if by a total stranger. Mrs. Murphy was
always making sure she was properly tucked in and her
seat belt fastened. Of course, she had to reach under
her blanket to do that, and then always had to search
around some to find the buckle, because the poor dear
would always keep forgetting where it was.
It would have been embarrassing if it hadn't been so
funny. There they would be, quietly laughing in the
darkened cabin, as the red-faced woman kept feeling
around in her confusion under Athena's blanket, running
her hands all over the young woman's nubile body in
search of the elusive buckle. Sometimes, in her
enthusiasm, the woman would mistakenly undo Athena's
clothing and have an even worse time trying to refasten
everything once she finally found the buckle.
In spite of all the fun they were having, Athena found
herself getting very sleepy. She had been very tense all
day and it was finally catching up with her, especially
after drinking that glass of 'European soda pop' the old
woman had gotten for her.
Just before she drifted off in peaceful sleep, she
carefully checked all her clothing under the blanket.
"My goodness," she thought. "I hadn't realized just how
active the confused old woman has been!" She found that
her blouse and skirt had both been completely unfastened
and were pulled wide open. If she had stood up, her
skirt would have fallen off and, just standing in her
opened blouse, she would have been quite exposed to
everyone in her modest underwear. Muttering, she
refastened everything and made sure her blouse was
properly tucked in again. "The crazy old loon!" she
thought. "I'll sure be glad when this flight is over!"
Her last memory was that of the old woman telling her
again that she would be taking care of her all through
the flight, and not to worry about a thing. Athena
thanked her and went to sleep, thinking about the caring
old woman. How lucky could she be, to have such a
wonderful traveling companion, a borderline dementia case
if ever there was one, on her first real assignment?
Mrs. Murphy was going to make a great character!
She could only hope that her new employers, her new
family as Forthingill would rather say, would prove to be
equally colorful, if hopefully a little less confused and
certainly a lot less 'helpful'.
Mrs. Murphy waited patiently until the steady rise and
fall of the girl's blanket told her that Athena was
sleeping deeply.
She lifted up the blanket and saw that she was
completely dressed. "Damn it all to hell!" the old woman
muttered. Now she would have to do it all over again,
she thought, as she removed the blanket and placed it on
the floor.
Mrs. Murphy had Athena's blouse and skirt off, and was
in the process of pulling the girl's opened bra down her
arms when she felt something pressing against her from
the aisle. Turning, she saw the angry face of a pretty
stewardess hovering over hers.
"Is there something going on here?" the stewardess
quietly demanded, her hands on her hips. Her name tag
read 'Jenny Jones'.
The old woman stared boldly into her eyes as her left
hand flashed up the unsuspecting woman's skirt and
pinched the tender, pouting flesh of her vulva in a grip
of iron. She watched confidently as Jenny's eyes first
registered shock and then pain as they began filling with
tears.
"Say nothing or you'll lose it!" Mrs. Murphy whispered
intensely as she tightened her grip on the stunned
stewardess's pain-filled crotch.
The cringing Jenny's head became a blur in agreement.
"My bitch and I would like some time to ourselves, if
you don't mind," hissed Mrs. Murphy. "Unless you'd care
to join us. Eh, dearie?" the leering ancient whispered
as she gave the stunned woman's sensitive flesh a gentle
message through her pantyhose. "No?" she said and gave
Jenny an extra hard squeeze before letting go.
The stewardess, holding onto her wounded crotch with
both hands, ran squealing up the aisle.
"Now we'll be left alone, my lovely," crooned Mrs.
Murphy softly to her sweetly sleeping prey as she returned
to her work. She replaced the girl's blanket to avoid
any further interruptions from busy-bodies. Soon the old
woman was once again happily at work undressing the
unaware reporter.
Athena woke up to the unaccustomed feel of her stiff
nipples rubbing on the rough airline blanket. "What a
dream!" she said.
She looked sleepily at the seat back in front of her
and saw with a shock of recognition her clothes all
neatly folded over the top. Not believing what she saw,
she looked under the blanket. "OH MY!" she gasped. "I'm
naked!"
That damned old woman had managed to take all of her
clothes off her during the night.
"Mrs. Murphy!," she sputtered indignantly to the
grinning old crone, as she held her inadequate blanket
tightly around her. "What have you done?"
"Didn't want your nice clothes to get all wrinkled,
did ya?" Mrs. Murphy gibbered, a thin stream of saliva
trickling down the left corner of her mouth. "Can't
sleep in your clothes, 'taint right! So, I fixed you up,
yes ma'am, that I did."
Athena looked around her in horror. It was already
morning, and in the sun-lit cabin the stewardesses were
clearing everyone's breakfast things and generally
preparing the cabin for the plane's final decent into
Chicago.
Athena knew she hadn't a moment to loose! She
couldn't go to one of the rest rooms, not in this blanket.
So, she had to get dressed right here in the seat. She
let go of her blanket to carefully reach up and grab the
pile of her clothes from the top of the seat in front of
her.
Athena let out a stifled squeal as Mrs. Murphy said,
"Here, let me help you," and pulled the blanked
completely from her body.
"No!" Athena gasped as she dropped her clothes to the
floor and silently fought the old woman for possession of
her only covering. She finally pulled the blanket from
the grasp of the hurt-looking old woman and carefully
tucked it around her naked body once again.
The small blanket would merely cover her front and
sides, so she could only lean over very slightly to avoid
showing too much of her naked skin while she searched for
her things. She lowered her right arm as far as she
could and started desperately to feel the floor around
her seat for her missing clothes.
"Oh, no!" she breathed. To her horror, she found
that, during her unbelievable struggle with Mrs. Murphy,
her clothes had been scattered all over the cabin floor.
She had just thankfully found her skirt and blouse and
was in the process of looking for her underwear when she
felt a familiar bump.
She looked out of her window and saw the runway
racing by. "Oh, God!" she moaned. They were already on
the ground and she was still naked underneath the
blanket.
She had to get dressed, she just had to!
Athena picked up her blouse and clumsily got into in
underneath the blanket. By the strange way it fitted,
she knew she had gotten the buttons wrong but at that
point she didn't care as she slipped her skirt up her
legs. Rising slightly, she pulled her skirt over her
hips as the plane came to a stop at their gate's extended
walkway. The passengers were all standing now,
retrieving their luggage from the overhead compartments
as Athena swiftly tucked her mis-buttoned blouse into
her skirt and fastened it.
Mrs. Murphy swiftly gathered her things and, with a
hurried "Bye, now!" to the distressed woman, quickly
scuttled out of her seat and left the cabin.
Athena looked around frantically for the rest of her
things, but could only find her shoes. All of her other
clothes were not to be found anywhere. She thought of
asking one of the kind stewardesses for help, but was too
embarrassed. She waited in her seat until the passengers
had all left and started searching the other rows for her
missing things.
A stewardess walked over to where she was frantically
searching.
"Did you lose something, Miss?"
"Uh, no! Nothing at all!" Athena cried, blushing at
the thought of how undressed she felt without her
underthings. "I was just… Uh, just making sure I hadn't
forgotten anything, that's all."
"Fine. You must leave the plane now, miss. If you
find anything missing, you can always check with the
airline's 'lost and found' office located just outside
the baggage claim area."
"Yes, thank you." Athena gathered up her purse from
the seat pocket and her jacket from the overhead
compartment. Carrying her blazer, she dejectedly walked
out of the aircraft and down the long empty corridor of
the walkway. She was acutely conscious of the
unaccustomed movement of her breasts underneath her
wrongly buttoned prime white blouse, the painful rubbing
of her nipples against the heavily starched material.
Once inside the terminal, she could feel the cooled air
against her bare legs and even up her short skirt!
She had to retrieve her suitcases and find some undies
before she did anything else.
Inside the deserted passenger reception area, she
found that only she and a rather severe-looking young
woman dressed in a chauffeur's uniform were left in the
area. Athena looked over the confusing array of signs to
try and figure out how to find the baggage area but was
still so distressed over what had just happened to her
that she failed miserably. She was getting ready to have
a good cry when the woman came over to her and held up a
sign with "A. Valentine" neatly printed in bold black
letters across the white surface of the sign.
"Athena?" the woman hesitantly asked.
Holding back her tears, Athena managed to quietly sob
out a faint, "Yes?"
"Thank goodness it's you. I was beginning to think I
had missed you. I'm Becky. I'm the driver from the
Devereux estate. I'm your ride."
Without hesitation, the sobbing Athena, overcome with
relief, dropped her things and threw her arms tightly
around her rescuer.
"Whoa! Bad trip, uh?" the woman asked dryly as she
dropped her sign and placed her arms firmly around the
back of the sobbing woman. She pressed Athena tightly
towards her, enjoying the feel of the firm proud breasts
against hers. She felt Athena's back and confirmed that
this supposedly proper young thing was not wearing a bra.
Athena continued to cry into the woman's shoulder as
Becky's hands moved down the weeping reporter's back and
came to rest on her firm, thrusting buttocks. Using a
little more care than before, Becky moved her hands
contentedly over the magnificent ass, and was surprised
to discover that this tasty looking cupcake wasn't
wearing any panties either. No underwear of any kind,
come to that. And her blouse had obviously been buttoned
in haste.
"Wait until Mrs. D. hears about this," the delighted
Becky thought. "She may want to step things up a bit."
"What a terrible way to start!" Athena wailed to
herself. "I must get back into my character and
quickly." She finally got a grip on her runaway emotions
and tried to become the cool reporter once again.
When Athena finished crying, Becky took her to the
baggage claim area.
On the way, Athena darted into the first rest room she
saw to relieve herself and fix her blouse. When she was
in the stall, the reporter was surprised to find that her
pubic hair and inner thighs were covered with some dried,
sticky substance. Not sure how she managed to spill
something (the champagne?) there of all places, she
daintily cleaned herself off and left the stall. At a
sink she carefully washed her hands and the drying tears
from her face before she rejoined the patiently waiting
Becky outside the rest room.
"Feeling better?" Becky asked.
"Oh, yes. Much better," Athena truthfully replied,
her natural enthusiasm returning to her.
As they walked to the baggage area, Athena could not
help being aware of her body under her clothes. Never
before had she been wearing her regular clothes without
underwear. Even at home she was always properly dressed.
She was acutely conscious of everything, from the
rubbing of her naked thighs, to the slight movement of
her firm breasts underneath her blouse. Especially bad
were the maddening sensations coming from her very erect
nipples after their continuous rubbing on the heavily
starched material. The longer she walked, the more they
rubbed and the additional rubbing just seem to make them
even more erect, even more sensitive.
Athena found herself quite breathless when they
finally reached the baggage area. She was too
embarrassed to tell Becky about it, because then she
would have to tell her why. It was, after all, about her
private, secret places and not for anyone else to know
about, even someone she liked as much as Becky. Her
mother had taught her far too well for that.
After retrieving her two modest suitcases, Athena
said, "I need to visit the rest room again before we
leave."
"Your plane was late getting in, and we were due back
two hours ago. I thought you already took care of
business. So, what's up?"
"Well, yes, but I…I still really need to find one. It
will just take a moment. Please?" Athena implored. She
just couldn't tell her that she had somehow lost all of
her underwear because of some senile old woman she had
met on the flight. She just couldn't!
"Look, Athena. We are so late right now it's not even
funny." Becky took the agitated nanny by the arm and
started to head for the exit. "We must leave
immediately, otherwise I could lose my job. Okay? Besides,
you can always change or do whatever, any time after we
arrive at the estate in about two hours."
"Oh, I wouldn't want you to lose your job, Becky,"
Athena said a little breathlessly, trying to remember to
stay in character. "Of course let's go now. It…it
wasn't all that important, anyhow."
End Part I
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