13 comments/ 132096 views/ 25 favorites Into the Maelstrom By: LCDRJMC Carolyn Lord knew it was going to a bad day the moment Mr. Brandon, the senior law partner, walked into her corner cubical at Nine that Friday morning. He was one of the original founders of the law firm where she worked for the last five years as a paralegal secretary, Brandon, Fields, and O'Connor. In his late seventies, he now spent most of his time wandering aimlessly around the various offices, and talking of old times at every opportunity. He had been quite good in a courtroom in his day, but his courtroom days were long past. At the moment he was parked in the chair located in front of Carolyn's desk, a very bad sign indeed, because that meant her morning was just about shot. It was obvious that the old man had taken a liking towards her and was always looking for an excuse to be around her. Not that he tried to get "fresh" or anything; she had problems enough with the younger partners and associates about things like that. No, Carolyn was sure that Mr. Brandon was far too much a gentleman of the old school to try anything like that, or even think of it for that matter. He just liked to talk to her for extended periods of time and that always played havoc with her well-planned work schedule. She liked the old gentleman and wouldn't think of hurting his feelings by asking him to leave, even if he wasn't the senior partner. So, as Mr. Brandon droned on, Carolyn put an attentive look on her face and tried to sneak in as much work as possible. She thought about her main concern for the day, getting ready for a major client conference this Saturday (it figures). Then there was her upcoming evening with Tiffany. She couldn't decide which was going to be worse: being at work on yet another weekend or going to a party with Tiffany. Carolyn Lord first met the 18-year old Tiffany Goodbody when she appeared as if by magic in front of her desk six weeks ago. Tiffany was part of a freshman job orientation program the firm had arranged with a local college, and Carolyn, to her horror, had been designated as her sponsor. Her schedule was busy enough without having to baby-sit someone. It did not help matters that Carolyn disliked her at first sight. She was everything Carolyn was not: a classic American beauty, outgoing and friendly as anything, undisciplined, and stupid as a rock. If she wasn't a cheerleader she should have been, with a full head of long, golden hair, innocent big blue eyes and pert, athletic figure. To cap it off, her family was extremely wealthy. She was driving a car (18th birthday present) that, Carolyn noted sourly, would have taken her years to save up for, if ever. Carolyn Lord was a 30 year-old, olive-skinned Greek beauty who was from a poor family, with parents who were much older than others of her age group. She had straight blue-black hair, which she carefully maintained at just-above shoulder length with a slight inward curl at the ends. She was a delectable 5'6", with a firm 34C bust and a beautiful body which she took care of with the same amount of care that she used when taking care of her car or her apartment, and for the same reasons. It was hers, it was needed, and that was all that mattered. She had worked herself through legal secretary school, was extremely intelligent, and always maintained an impeccable appearance. She also maintained a very cool if not icy reserve that was very hard for anyone, man or woman, to break through, although many tried. As a paralegal, she was considered by those in the firm to be the best they had ever seen, and quite indispensable to their operations. Tiffany, after a few weeks at the firm, began to hang around with another of the paralegals who worked there, a young, full-figured Latin girl named Maria. Carolyn had a problem with Maria. She had been with the firm for only a year, and Carolyn had been her sponsor as well. From the beginning Maria had gone out of her way to cultivate a friendship with the reserved Carolyn, which, after several months, Carolyn had finally responded to and they spent time together at the occasional weekend lunch or movie. Carolyn returned to her old ways, however, when Maria made a certain invitation to her. It was then that Carolyn ended their friendship. Maria had told her that she was part of an unusual group of friends who met every Friday for a weekend of "girl-games", and that she had told them all about her, and now Carolyn had a standing invitation to join them when ever she wanted. Carolyn thanked her and, outside of work, tried to avoid the young woman as much as possible from then on. She wasn't really sure what games Maria was talking about, but Carolyn wanted no part of them, whatever they were. She always thought it best to maintain a certain distance from those around her and this incident just served to confirm what she already knew to be true. But now there was Tiffany. She of course couldn't wait to join Maria's group of party animals, and was in fact going to the group's "initiation" this Friday. It was a party at an apartment belonging to a Japanese exchange student named Tamiko Suzuki. But for Carolyn, the maddening thing about it was-- Tiffany didn't want to go alone. She wanted Carolyn to go with her! She told Carolyn that she was really a shy person (Ha!), and had trouble meeting new people. She needed Carolyn along for moral support. Not normally a vindictive woman, Carolyn Lord took pity on the insecure teenager and, against her better judgment, agreed to attend at least a short part of the party with her. She looked at Mr. Brandon still talking away in front of her, and she sighed. It was going to be a very long day. ***** It was 6:30 that Friday evening when a reluctant Carolyn Lord finally arrived with a very nervous Tiffany Goodbody at the modest-looking apartment complex where they were to spend the evening. Inside the lobby, Carolyn was surprised to see that it really was a very plush affair, complete with health spas, pool, recreation rooms and security. Not bad for an exchange student, she thought. As they waiting to gain permission from the front desk for entry into the building, Carolyn noticed that all of the people she saw there passing through the lobby were rather young, at most in their 30s, and rather expensively dressed. She was also surprised to notice that, despite the heavy lobby traffic going past the front desk, there weren't any men. It was only women whom she saw walking past her. Even the staff, including security, were all women as well. How strange. They quickly gained permission for entry and proceeded up the silent elevator to the 10th floor. After walking down the thickly carpeted hallway, they finally came to the door of the apartment. Carolyn, naturally, had to do the knocking. The door was opened by a short but very attractive young Japanese girl with long black hair cascading down her back. Carolyn was surprised to find the girl was wearing a very short silk robe and not much else. We must be early, she thought. She's not even dressed yet. "Con Nichi Wa," the girl said, bowing slightly at the waist. "Good evening and welcome. I am Tamiko. You must be Tiffany and her good friend Carolyn. We've been waiting for you. Please come in." "Thank you," Carolyn finally said, to cover for Tiffany's nervous silence. They entered the large apartment to find the party in full swing. It was evidently a theme party of some kind, because everyone seemed to be wearing just very colorful (and brief!) bathing suits. Everyone that is, except Carolyn and Tiffany. Carolyn had gone to Tiffany's dorm directly from her job at the law firm, so she was still in one of her office suits. Tiffany was in her usual tight jeans and pullover. Carolyn felt ridiculously overdressed. Tiffany had not said a thing about the proper attire. If she had known it was going to be like this, she probable wouldn't have come at all. Well, she'd just leave even earlier than she had planned. She gave it an hour, and that's all. She wondered if the scatter-brained Tiffany had known about the bathing suits. They were soon surrounded by nine semi-dressed young women, including Maria from the firm. All present were greatly excited about their arrival and greeted them warmly. After looking at all the bare golden flesh in front of her, Carolyn noticed with grim amusement that, at 30, she was definitely the oldest woman in the room. And, after watching how everyone was dressed (or rather not dressed) it was clear that she was also the only responsible adult as well (although even the oldest girl there didn't look much over 20)! It was just one more thing to thank Tiffany for on Monday. After introductions had been exchanged, Carolyn found out to her dismay that it was in fact a "pool party" (even though the pool was located in the basement of the building and the apartment was on the 10th floor), and that the pool had been reserved for their exclusive use later on that evening, from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m. But pool or no pool, the girls were all quite insistent that bathing suits were obligatory for tonight's festivities. "You mean you really didn't bring anything to wear for the party?" asked Amber. "I'm sorry," Carolyn apologized. "I didn't know it was going to be like this. Besides, I may not stay all that long anyway, so please don't worry about me." "But we told Tiffany all about it!" "It figures," Carolyn groaned to herself. "Well, I just forgot, that's all," Tiffany exclaimed, to Carolyn's murderous glare. Tamiko pushed her way through the crowd to where Carolyn and Tiffany were standing, holding some small bits of brightly colored cloth and string. "Since you two didn't wear a bathing suit, here are a couple of mine you can use." "I don't think so," Carolyn haughtily replied, looking down with ill- concealed horror at the terribly revealing two-piece suits Tamiko held up for them to wear. Even if they had been Carolyn's size, which was impossible considering how petite Tamiko was, they were still far too small for her. She always hated the idea of exposing her body to anyone, even in her own modest single piece suit. Wearing Tamiko's, she would be practically naked in front of these strangers. Not a chance! "Tiffany's the one you want. I'm just a visitor here," Carolyn said brusquely. She wanted no misunderstanding about her desire to be included as little as possible in tonight's events. Tamiko was terribly offended at her rebuffed hospitality (for the Japanese take their manners very seriously), especially when done in such an open fashion. "My turn will come, you proud American bitch," she thought with satisfaction. A vision of Carolyn naked on all fours while being pumped in her beautiful ass with a 10-inch dildo flashed through Tamiko's mind. Content with her thoughts of revenge, Tamiko kept her demeanor calm as she turned to Tiffany. "Tiffany? How about you?" she asked, ever the polite host. "Gosh, they're really nice, Tamiko," Tiffany gushed with a worried look on her face as she looked at the offered suits. "I know it's a pool party. But maybe a little later, when we go down there, OK?" "Sure, honey. Whatever you want. Just remember, this initiation is for you after all and you're going to have to participate eventually." "I know. And I appreciate being here, really I do." the nervous blonde said. "When will we start the initiation?" "You'll find out," Tamiko replied knowingly, and walked away, still holding up the unused suits. Hiding their disappointment, the girls led their guests into the interior of the well-furnished apartment.As the party started again, one or another of the girls would offer to get Carolyn any type of drink she wanted, but she always declined. Drinking, she felt, was just another way to loose control and she never liked for that to happen. So, she drank only rarely, and then for church or family functions only. She never drank at parties! Tiffany, however, noted Carolyn with dismay, was accepting every drink she could get her hands on.The party soon regained its previous momentum and Carolyn lost Tiffany to her new friends. Left alone, Carolyn wandered about the large living room, admiring the exquisite oriental art scattered about. She was surprised to find that her hostess had excellent taste. Perhaps there was more to this girl than she thought. Abruptly, she found herself face to face with a very chagrined-looking Tamiko. Bowing deeply, Tamiko said quietly in her lilting accent, "I came to apologize for my rudeness earlier. It was wrong of me to treat my guests in such a fashion. My poor clothes were obviously not suitable for a person of your quality." Carolyn was taken aback by the girl's obvious sincerity. She also realized that her own behavior hadn't been exactly Emily Post either. Here she had come to a party, and managed first thing to insult her hostess. Worse, for Carolyn, was that she hadn't even remembered to bring any food, which was a Greek insult in itself! This girl had succeeded in making her feel very guilty indeed. Now she was obligated to make it up to the poor child in some way. "No, it was my fault. Really," she said, trying to ease the girl's pain. "I can be very foolish sometimes. Please forgive me. Let me help in the kitchen or something. Please." "No. You might soil that fine suit." Tamiko saw Carolyn blush and look down at the floor upon hearing that. Good! Tamiko thought. Serves her right. "Besides," Tamiko continued, "the error was truly mine. As a token of my apology, please take this." Tamiko held out with both hands a frosted-glass filled with ice and a very thick, red liquid. "You will find it is the just the thing for a hot summer evening," she said. Carolyn carefully took the glass and wondered how she could ask the obvious question about alcohol content without offending the girl again. Sensing her hesitation, Tamiko said, "This is a favorite of my classmates at the school I attended in Japan, before I left for college in America. My mother always served this during their visits to our home. It is called a Mai Tai." Oh, if her mother served it to her school friends, then it must be all right, Carolyn thought. Relieved that she had been able to avoid another mistake, Carolyn carefully put the glass to her lips and tentatively sipped the liquid. She found it was delicious and very cooling in the warm room. To cap everything off, she could taste no alcohol. The drink was completely safe. "Why, this is marvelous!" "Yes, simple but very soothing. It is after all only a mixture of various fruit juices. But, you must drink deeply for the full effect." To Tamiko's satisfaction, Carolyn eagerly did as she was told. Soon Carolyn was holding an empty glass. She had drained it and hadn't even noticed. The drink was that smooth. The only problem was, she found that she was still thirsty. "Could I have another, please?" "I think that can be arranged." Tamiko brought Carolyn a full pitcher of Mai Tai and then led her to two comfortable chairs which faced each other and were located away from the party crowd on the far side of the room near the kitchenette. There, the two of them talked on into the night, Tamiko being careful to replenish Carolyn's glass whenever it emptied. After about an hour, the party moved over to where Carolyn and Tamiko were sitting, when Carolyn learned that Tiffany had finally been talked into wearing one of Tamiko's bathing suits. Great, she thought. Now I'm really going to be over-dressed. "The spare suits are in the bathroom," Tamiko directed cooly, with a pointed look at Carolyn. The embarrassed Carolyn looked away as, with much collective cheering from the other girls, Tiffany left to change in the bathroom. In ten minutes she returned wearing tightly wrapped about her and tied securely with a sash, one of Tamiko's short silk robes she found in the bathroom. In spite of the robe, it was obvious to Carolyn that Tiffany was wearing very little underneath. Two of the girls, Fawn and Samantha, took her giggling back into the bathroom and, after much shrieking and laughing, returned holding a red-faced Tiffany between them, this time without the robe. Tiffany, in a very tiny black string bikini, was busily trying to tie the left side of her small bottoms while the two girls kept her moving forward by swatting her on her pert buttocks and slyly pulling on the strings. "I just don't see the difference, that's all," Tiffany angrily muttered to Carolyn, to the latter's delight, as she fought with the short strings (Tamiko had cut them so that they were half the standard length) while constantly having to turn to avoid hands seeking to smack her barely covered bottom. "What's the problem with a robe, anyway! I can hardly keep this suit on." Her breasts shook angrily in their too-small cups as she fought with the suit strings and Carolyn watched them with a unexpected interest. Tiffany's ordeal ended when she finally got her strings to stay tied. The group then departed with the still muttering Tiffany into the kitchen for a fresh round of drinks. Carolyn could soon hear Tiffany laughing with the rest and was glad that Tiffany was having fun once again. Carolyn was feeling very mellow by now. She disapproved at the way Tiffany had to display herself in the too-small suit (the girl could just get the bottom strings to knot, and her breasts were practically spilling out of their cups), but found herself enjoying along with the others Tiffany's obvious discomfort. Besides, she had felt all along that the only thing Tiffany really needed was a good spanking. The party drifted back across the room, leaving Tamiko and Carolyn alone once more. After a time, Carolyn discovered that she was having a wonderful time here. Tamiko proved to be an intelligent and highly educated young woman (Carolyn couldn't think of her a mere girl anymore) whose tales of her life in Japan proved quite fascinating. To avoid offending Tamiko again, Carolyn made the sacrifice of drinking whenever Tamiko re-filled her glass. It didn't matter to her really. It was after all only an unusually pleasant mix of fruit juices, and she could always work off the calories on Saturday. The strange thing was, no matter how much she drank, she always felt a little thirsty. Carolyn found herself completely captivated by Tamiko's descriptions of Japanese culture. She had never heard anything like it before, and couldn't hear enough about it now. Tamiko proved to be an excellent guide into this exciting new world, and would patiently explain anything that Carolyn asked her about. The normally aloof Carolyn found herself becoming very appreciative of this young Oriental. As the evening wore on, Tamiko began to talk of various Japanese dating and marriage customs. To Carolyn's surprise, the exchange student then went on to calmly describe in intimate detail the sex life of a young Japanese woman. Normally, Carolyn would be horrified at this kind of talk, yet tonight she felt strangely detached about the whole thing. Tamiko made it all seem so normal, as they sat there in a living room full of half-naked people while she talked of things that Carolyn would have had trouble even thinking about to herself, let alone discuss openly with another person. Still, she knew that such talk was really not for her. It was only her desire not to once again offend this sincere young woman that kept her seated, and not jump up and leave the apartment immediately. Besides, what Tamiko was telling her, however Carolyn personally felt about it, was obviously of cultural and even religious importance to this young person, so Carolyn, taking another big gulp of her soothing and ever-present Mai Tai, was determined not to do anything to cause offense. Besides, it was getting just a little interesting. If only she weren't so explicit, Carolyn thought. It was like being there, watching these terrible things happening. Worse, as Tamiko went remorselessly on and on, Carolyn began to feel as if what the girl was describing was being done to her, personally. Her mind reeled at the verbal images spoken by this calm beautiful Oriental girl sitting in front of her. As the girl went from sexual practice to sexual practice, Carolyn wondered if it was starting to affect her. She noticed that the room was becoming increasing warm. Worse, she was finding her body becoming uncomfortably warm. Her face was becoming flush. Her heart was beating very fast and she was practically panting, her breath had gotten so fast. She could feel the beads of sweat forming on her forehead under her hair line. She was starting to sweat inside her clothes, too. A trickle of moisture was forming between her confined breasts and starting to run down her stomach, while she could feel another one was going down the small of her back. In fact, her clothes were becoming very confining to her. How odd, she thought. This suit had always been such a good fit before. If only she could get out of her office clothes and into something more comfortable, then she would feel much better. Into the Maelstrom Tamiko saw the effect her talk and the Mai Tais were having on the proud American bitch as she continued with her verbal seduction of the unsuspecting woman. In hope of distracting herself from Tamiko's increasingly graphic descriptions, Carolyn looked around for any sign of Tiffany. Across the room, she saw that Tiffany had become quite drunk (the little fool) and had lost the top to her suit, her conical breasts now completely exposed. Fortunately, no one seemed to mind Tiffany's semi-nudity. Carolyn found to her surprise that she herself wasn't really upset about it either, even when she saw that the other girls with Tiffany were even now in the process of joining the silly girl's exposed condition. In fact, she felt very relaxed about it, even a little intrigued. She never realized before just how sexy Tiffany truly was, and the other girls as well, as they paraded around in their childish semi-nudity. But, when children start taking their clothes off at a party, she knew that it was a bad sign. At least there were no guys here to cause trouble. With only the girls here, Carolyn knew that everyone was perfectly safe, including her. Still, it would soon be time for her to be leaving, before the kids things really got out of hand. But to her surprise she did not want to go. Tamiko had placed her completely at ease. Carolyn had never felt this relaxed before, anywhere. It was wonderful. It was almost as if she were floating in the chair. She found the lilting voice with its faint musical accent very mellow, soothing, almost hypnotic. The words no longer seemed to matter, all that nasty talk about sex did not bother her at all any longer, although she felt warm, and, well, a bit anxious, but about what she could not say. She could listen to that wonderful voice flow through her mind for hours and hours. But something in Tomiko's voice changed and Carolyn began to pay attention again. She thought she heard the young woman say, "Now, observe," and sit up in her chair. How interesting. She must be about to give me some sort of demonstration. "The Sukmeuki Technique is especially favored in Japan. In it, the woman's nipples are delicately and rhythmically sucked on, like this." To Carolyn's mild discomfort, Tamiko then pursed her lips and began what looked like a slow, gentle sucking motion. Then to her horror, she felt her own nipples respond as if they were actually being used by this girl who was still seated across from her! Each time she saw Tamiko do a sucking motion with her lips and cheeks, she felt herself lean forward and her sensitive nipples extend in time with the girl's actions. Oh my God! she thought. Now Carolyn felt very, very warm in her clothes. Everything seemed to have shrunk. Even her underwear felt as if they were all wrong, though she knew everything fitted perfectly this morning. Her breasts felt as if her bra was a size too small, while her nipples had reached diamond hardness. She tried crossing her arms over her chest to provide some relief, but that just irritated her nipples even more. Her pantyhose had become quite uncomfortable, almost suffocating underneath her tailored slacks. The narrow elastic of her panties was also giving her trouble, cutting into her increasingly sensitive skin. She tried shifting her hips slightly from time to time, but it didn't help. Of greater trouble, because of her constant shifting, the lose fabric of the chair had worked itself up between her thighs and was now pressing on her most private of places. Now whenever she moved it just made things worse, for when she moved the fabric pressed even tighter on her vulva. She could feel it very clearly, in spite of all her clothes, and it was becoming very uncomfortable for her. Yet she found it impossible to sit still. She kept crossing and re-crossing her legs, trying without success to relieve the unusual pressure building in her vagina. What was happening to her, she wondered? Tamiko stopped her demonstration and looked coolly at the condition of her latest victim. Soon, she thought happily. Soon. "There is an interesting variation to that last technique which I am sure will interest you," she said with a cold detachment. Carolyn Lord watched her hostess, with what she hoped was a look of only mild astonishment, as the girl suddenly pursed her lips into a small rose, and with her flattening cheeks, indicated a strong sucking action as she looked pointedly toward Carolyn's prominent left breast. Oh, my God! thought Carolyn. Why is she looking so openly at my chest? Almost as if she were actually focusing her attention on my breasts this time. Was this to be another part of her embarrassing sex talk? Oh my, no! She can't seriously be showing what could possibly be another obscene act to me, could she? She wondered heatedly how she could change the subject from Japanese arousal techniques (My God! Of all the things to talk about!) without offending her charming hostess, when she felt a faint tingling in her left breast. The feeling became more and more pronounced, especially at the tip, around her areola, nipple, and the surrounding breast flesh, and became increasingly disturbing to her. The peculiar sensation kept growing until it soon became quite vibrant. Carolyn was stunned. It was different then the first sensation she had felt. Now it was almost as if someone were actually suckling the entire rapidly hardening tip of her left breast! Tamiko bared her teeth slightly and gently shook her head. A wide-eyed Carolyn was sure she felt her breast shimmy slightly in response in its cup, as if it were being held in the student's teeth! A sudden bizarre tingling sensation in her crotch caused her to press her thighs together. Carolyn looked about her wildly, but there was no one even close to where she and Tamiko were sitting. She quickly folded her arms protectively over her chest, but the now-rhythmic pull on her diamond-hard nipple and swelling breast continued. The girl shook her head once again and an amazed Carolyn could feel her breast shake even more than before. How was this possible? Worse, whenever Tamiko's tongue flicked in a slow, deliberate manner over her pursed lips, Carolyn could feel her nipple and surrounding flesh being bathed in warm liquid. At those times her eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly at the exquisite sensation. She could only sit dumbfounded as her body continued to inexplicably react to the strange actions of the young Oriental girl seated across from her. Carolyn knew that it just couldn't be happening. There must be some rational explanation, there must be! She was sitting fully dressed in a room full of other women (children, really), attending a party. Yet, the way her body was reacting, she might as well have been naked and alone with Tamiko in some bedroom. Carolyn shivered at the thought, although she couldn't understand why such an outrageous idea could affect her in such a way. As suddenly as they started, the incredible sensations coming from her left breast ceased. Carolyn sighed with relief. At last it is over! She lowered her arms from her chest and took a very long drink from her cool and comforting Mai Tai. That drink is so good it's almost sinful, she thought gratefully.She looked up and saw with dismay that Tamiko was now looking at her right breast. "Oh, no", Carolyn whispered. "Not again." Tamiko again pursed her lips and the now-familiar sucking sensation soon engulfed the entire tip of Carolyn's right breast. After seemingly ages of continuous torment of her right nipple, Tamiko started alternately to look from breast to breast. Carolyn's entire chest now felt as if it was constantly being sucked and licked. Her whole body was starting to respond to this weird, almost supernatural stimulation. Sweat was breaking out ever more freely along her hair line and along her upper lip. Her mouth felt very dry and she was continuously having to lick her equally dry lips with her tongue, even at the risk of spoiling her carefully applied lipstick. Carolyn grew to anticipate the stimulation, and she was soon unconsciously rocking back and forth in her chair in time with Tamiko's movements. Watching the proud woman's movements, Tamiko suddenly stopped her demonstration, but if Carolyn noticed she gave no sign. She continued to lean forward and back as the memory of her tingling breasts remained with her. Tamiko wondered at the incredible sensuality this cold woman must have buried deep within her. Her remote-stimulus technique rarely had had such an effect on a victim. She couldn't wait to try it on a much more personal area of the proud woman's body- her cunt! "Carolyn, my dear, are you all right?" she asked, placing her right hand on Carolyn's left knee. At the unaccustomed touch, Carolyn snapped back from her dream-like state. She realized ruefully that Tamiko had been talking to her all along and all she could think about like some slut was the strange feelings she had been getting in her breasts. My God, I must be losing my mind, she thought. "I'm sorry. What did you say?" "That technique I just showed you is easily adapted to other areas of the body. For example, an especially effective location has always been the lower area of the..." A startling crash sounded from across the room, followed by a loud drunken "Oops!" from Tiffany. Tamiko turned with an uncharacteristic look of annoyance toward the sound. Carolyn used the moment to try and rise unsteadily to her feet. She had a sick feeling of what Tamiko was going to show her next and the very idea disgusted her completely. She had been polite to this demure Oriental sex maniac long enough. Now it was time for her to go! As she began to make her good-byes to Tamiko, she stood up, only to quickly sit back down again. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "What happened? My head feels like it's floating." "You stood up too fast, silly," Tamiko said as she left her chair to kneel in front of the dazed Carolyn's feet. "You must be more careful. Here, let me help you." Tamiko placed an arm around Carolyn's waist and helped the shaken woman to slowly stand. "Now, isn't that better?" "Yes, thank you. Still a little shaky, though." "Well, it has gotten very warm in here. That's probably what you are feeling. You'll be fine when you get outside." "Yes, you're right. But, I really need to use your bathroom before I go." "Yes, of course. Please come this way." Tamiko led Carolyn back through the living room past the partiers, to the door of the guest bathroom located at the entrance hall. As they were walking, Carolyn could notice a distinct squishy feeling between her legs. Oh my, she thought. I must have to go even worse that I thought. "Here you go. Oh, by the way. We are just about to start Tiffany's initiation. I know it doesn't seem like it, but it truly is a very important occasion and I would be honored if you would stay for it. It shouldn't last more than 20 minutes. We'll begin just as soon as you are done here. OK?" At the moment, Carolyn could only think of her bursting bladder. She had long ago lost track on the countless Mai Tai's she had consumed. She would agree to anything to be able to use the toilet. Besides, she had appreciated the time Tamiko had spent with her and wanted to do something in return for the young woman. "OK, Tamiko. And thank you very much for inviting me." Carolyn then dashed gratefully into the small bathroom and quickly shut the door, just in case Tamiko had something else she wanted to tell her! ***** Once the door to the restroom was safely closed, Carolyn wasted no time in trying to set the lock, but to her surprise the door had none. Damn it! She knew that she was in no condition to find another bathroom, so she just had to hope for the best as she started to rapidly unbutton her suit jacket. She slipped her jacket off and hung it carefully on a hanger located behind the bathroom door. When she turned for the toilet she got a good look at her self in the mirror over the sink. "Oh my God. I'm a mess." Her once crisp blouse was now soaked with sweat, and her hair was practically plastered to her head with the stuff. Hopping about the tiny room in her anxiety, she quickly pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her slacks and started to unbutton that as well. Her fingers fairly flew over the front of her blouse and it soon joined her jacket on another hanger on the door. In the mirror she saw that her upper body was absolutely dripping with sweat (what the hell was the matter with her tonight?) and realized that there was nothing for it but that the bra had to come off too. Reaching behind her, she unfastened the retaining strap and just let the bra slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. "Oh, to hell with it", she muttered as she slipped off her shoes, unfastened her belt and slacks, and pushed her slacks hastily to the floor. She quickly grabbed the waistband of her pantyhose and pulled both them and her panties completely off. Almost frantic now, she kicked the pile of clothes at her feet into a corner and flew to the toilet. Scrabbling at the lid, she managed to lift it and plop her hips down on the seat in one fluid motion. And not a split second too soon, either! "Aaahhh," Carolyn sighed as a torrent of urine pored from her bladder into the bowl. When she was finally finished, she went to wipe herself, and discovered to her surprise that her pubic area was sopping wet with vaginal secretions. As she carefully cleaned herself, she gave the room a quick look. She saw that it was a very small guest restroom with space for one or at most two people. There was just a commode, a sink, a full length counter top, and some cabinets and drawers beneath it. She reached down for the tangle of clothes she had left on the floor and was surprised to find that the crotchband on her panties was actually soaked through by vaginal fluids! Now what was she supposed to do? She couldn't wear them like that. She certainly couldn't put them in her purse, that was still in the living room somewhere. The idea of keeping her soiled underwear in one of her suit jacket pockets didn't make her very happy, either. She looked in the cabinet under the sink and found a small portable hair dryer. So, she would soak the panties in the sink while she cleaned herself, and then quickly dry them with the hair dryer. Carolyn washed her hands, then filled the sink with warm water. She took a wash cloth and placed it in the sink for a moment, then rung out most of the water from it. She placed her panties in next, trying to rub out any of her embarrassing juices from the material before leaving it in the sink to soak. She then used the damp wash cloth and, starting on her face, tried to quickly wipe as much of the sweat off of her body as she could under the circumstances. Looking at herself in the mirror, she supposed that she must present quite a sight, being completely naked in this small, public room. She thought of wrapping herself in a bath towel, but the room only contained hand towels and wash cloths. So, naked she was and, until she finished, naked she would remain. Well, it would just be for a few minutes, anyway, she thought. "Please, God, let no one come in," she prayed reverently as she quickly continued her ablutions. After she cleaned herself to her satisfaction of sweat and her other more private secretions, she used the hair dryer on her blouse and bra, so that at least they wouldn't be damp any more. She finally pulled the plug in the sink, and squeezed as much water out of her panties as possible. She was really hurrying now. She knew that someone could come bursting into the room at any moment to use the facilities and that she had not a second to loose. Impatient to be completed, Carolyn placed the dryer on its highest setting. She dried her light-weight panties quickly, playing the hair dryer's nozzle especially over her crotchband, in order to be sure she wouldn't have that terrible squishy feeling between her legs for the remainder of the evening. Without waiting to turn the dryer off, she placed it on the counter and swiftly stepped into her panties. Finally, she thought, I can get dressed again as she pulled them up her shapely legs. It was too late that she realized that the elastic was much warmer then she was used to, and what that might mean for the rest the material. The effect of the very hot crotchband on Carolyn's already stimulated body was electric! "POOCH!" she gasped, when the super-heated material came into contact with her surprisingly sensitive vulva. Carolyn was staggered by the sensation. She quickly bent over, her breasts dangling freely under her as she placed her hands between her tightly pressed thighs, palms together, pushing upwards to try to relieve the incredible sensations radiating from her poor vagina. Behind her, over the blasting of the hair dryer, she heard a fast knock and then the bathroom door opened. Oh, no! she thought. Not now! Carolyn was unable to move or even speak until the storm of sensation she accidentally unleashed within her finally quieted down some. For the moment, she was helpless. Whoever was behind her didn't say a word. The person just stood there. "Oh, my poor dear. What on Earth is wrong?" she finally heard Tamiko say. To Carolyn's relief she heard the door quickly closed, but then she felt Tamiko's hand on the center of her back. Remembering her undressed state, she covered her dangling breasts with her crossed arms, but she found she still couldn't straighten up or speak. The feelings coming from her panty-heated vagina were still too intense. After drinking in the sight of Carolyn Lord's drum-tight panties stretched over the most perfect set of buttocks she had ever seen, Tamiko reached across the bent-over woman and picked up the still roaring hair dryer. She knew exactly what had happened to her because she (and the others) had been watching the woman through a special two-way mirror ever since she came into the room. "Carolyn," she called, "Why is this dryer on? Was your hair wet?" Carolyn was terribly distressed. Not only had she been caught in this ridiculous circumstance, she had been found out using her hostess's hair dryer on her underwear! She could feel her breath coming back and in just a moment she would try to...OH MY GOD! Tamiko had pointed the dryer's nozzle at the strip of Carolyn's panties running between her thighs! Carolyn reflexively jerked forward at the first shocking blast of hot air on the backs of her thighs, and had to use her hands to keep from falling forward. She ended up completely bent over the commode, her arms wrapped around the piping located beneath the toilet's tank, her head and shoulders wedged into the narrow space between the commode, its tank, and the counter. Her breasts lay exposed and pressed tightly against the cool toilet seat. Her panty-covered buttocks were high in the air over the toilet behind her, with her legs spread out as far as possible because the toilet bowl was now between them. She tried to immediately back out but found that the stream of hot air kept driving her forward. Soon, she was wedged in tight. She couldn't get out! She was now trapped in front of a strange woman with her behind high in the air wearing only her panties! It couldn't get any worse. "Help! I'm stuck! Get me out of here!" wailed Carolyn. Then, she felt another blast of hot air upon her crotch! Tamiko must still be holding the dryer and Carolyn was right in the way. She tried desperately to escape this inadvertent manipulation of her privates, but she couldn't. No matter how frantically she moved and jerked her hips, it was as if her burning crotch was always right in front of the relentless dryer. "The switch must be stuck from being too long at the high setting. It does that sometimes. It will take me a moment to fix it," Tamiko shouted over the roar of the dryer. Into the Maelstrom "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to leave it on! Turn it off!! Hurry, please!" Carolyn pleaded. "It's driving me crazy!!!" "Please be patient. There will be a fire if I can't turn this dryer off. You shouldn't have left it on High." Tamiko played the super-heated air over Carolyn's vulnerable crotch without mercy, being careful only not to burn her helpless victim. She directed the heat continuously over the crotchband of the woman's now very warm panties, moving deliberately from front to back, waistband to waistband. After a few moments, she noticed that the continuous application of heat was having its effect. The crotchband on Carolyn's panties was now quite wet with her vaginal secretions. Also, the heat had the added effect of expanding the panties' thin bands of elastic. The loosening elastic, coupled with Carolyn's constant gyrations in trying to escape the heat, meant that the woman's panties were now slowly working their way down her hips and buttocks. Great idea, Tamiko thought, as she started to pull on the loosened material. Slowly the loosened panties slipped over the smooth flesh, revealing more and more of Carolyn's quivering asscheeks. Downward they went, until they were finally caught mid-way on Carolyn's wide-splayed upper thighs. Tamiko now played the heat directly on Carolyn's puckered asshole and dripping cunt. It took Carolyn a moment in her frantic attempts to escape to sense that something was different. She finally realized that her last bit of protective clothing was now caught on her thighs. She was now not only trapped but also completely naked in front of another woman, with her most private places throbbing like crazy and on full display. "On, no! It just isn't fair." she wailed and started to cry. The sensations radiating from her belly quickly sapped her strength. She quit trying to escape and just stayed still, sobbing quietly in her humiliation as her vaginal fluids began to run down her inner thighs. Her sobs soon changed to unconscious moans as her being was consumed by the strange effects the heat was having upon her. While still carefully apply the deadly heat, Tamiko reached into a drawer and pulled out a long, thin yet powerful vibrator. Teasing the tip over Carolyn's vulnerable pussy lips, she worked it up and down the slit. Getting no reaction, she pressed the tip into the tight but well-lubricated passage. Slowly she pushed it in further and further. She stopped her penetration of Carolyn's defenseless vagina when the vibrator was in half way. She then gently moved it in and out as she continued to play the still roaring hair drier with her other handover Carolyn's exposed crotch. Carolyn's vulva was on fire. She was dimly aware that something was going on behind her, but in her dazed, befuddled mind she thought that it was only effects of that terrible heat. The blood was rushing to her head and she felt herself on the verge of passing out. Then, she heard a distinct "click" and her vagina exploded! "AAAHHHH!" Carolyn screamed, as Tamiko pushed the now activated vibrator deep into her steaming crotch. Her hips flailed about in their attempt to escape this new torment, but with no success. Tamiko skillfully kept working the vibrator deep into Carolyn's vulnerable pussy, yet always being careful to keep her from the climax her body so desperately needed. Finally, her shattered mind no longer able to handle the overwhelming foreign sensations coming from her vagina, Carolyn fainted. Tamiko turned off the vibrator, but left it embedded deep in Carolyn's still dripping cunt. She then turned off the roaring hair dryer and returned it to the cabinet. After dropping a few hand towels on the floor next to the commode, she motioned to the two-way mirror. The other girls (except for Amber, who was keeping Tiffany busy in the kitchen) crowded around the open doorway, drinking in the sight of the naked and helpless Carolyn, still stuck behind the commode with her ass high in the air behind her. Samantha squeezed into the tiny room and helped Tamiko lift the unconscious Carolyn. When they had her more or less upright, Tamiko reverently pulled down on the woman's panties and with a damp "plop" they fell to Carolyn's feet! They then laid her on the floor beside the commode over the spread towels. When they left, Tamiko gently removed the vibrator from Carolyn's sopping cunt, carefully washed it, and returned it to the drawer. She added the unconscious woman's panties to the pile of Carolyn's clothing on the floor. She turned to the unconscious woman on the floor before her, drinking in the wonderful sight of a very naked and helpless Carolyn Lord. For Tamiko, this was the stuff that dreams were made of. With a faint sigh, she covered Carolyn's lush, firm body with the last of the hand towels and settled on the closed commode to wait for the woman's return to consciousness. She looked wistfully at her beautiful victim. You think that was something, you stuck up American bitch, Tamiko mused. You haven't seen anything yet. I'm just getting warmed up. She began working on the changes required for tonight's work caused by this unexpected but very welcome episode. It turned out there were hardly any changes needed at all. The first thing that Carolyn became aware of was that she was lying on her back in a room that was spinning like crazy. She had never felt like this before and wasn't really sure what to do about it. She hadn't eaten yet, so perhaps her blood sugar was low. Nor was that all. She knew that something wasn't right, but couldn't decide what it could be. If only the room would stop this weird spinning, she was sure she could make sense of it. While she waited for the room to stop, she slowly realized that she was delightfully cool and relaxed. She vaguely remembered being very hot and uncomfortable and even tense about something earlier, but now she felt quite pleasant (except for the spinning, of course). Her clothes didn't feel tight at all now. She was content just to lie there and wait for everything to settle down. Still, there was something about her clothes... "Oh my God!" she croaked. That's what was wrong. She was naked! Her eyes snapped open and she found herself lying on the floor of a very small bathroom. She looked down and saw that she was (barely) covered with a long hand towel. A young Oriental girl was seated on the closed commode next to her, with a look of concern on her face. "Are you all right?" the girl asked kindly. "You had us worried there for a moment." "Tamiko!" Carolyn cried, when she finally remembered where she was. "What happened?" She tried to quickly sit up but her head thought otherwise and she soon laid back down again, heedless that her towel had fallen away and her breasts were now uncovered to the gaze of the delighted Tamiko. "Oooohh, my poor head," Carolyn moaned. "Here, let me help you," Tamiko said as she assisted the shaky Carolyn to sit up and lean back against the bathroom wall. Carolyn saw that her chest was now exposed in front of another woman and quickly scrambled with the towel to keep herself properly covered. Carolyn didn't protest when Tamiko sat alongside her on the crowded floor and placed an arm around her smooth shoulders and held the dazed woman close to her. "Just remember to take it easy. You've had a bad fall." Even in her almost naked condition, Carolyn knew she desperately needed someone to care for her right now. She needed someone very badly. It all became too much for her and, for the first time since she was ten, she began to cry. "What happened to me?" she sobbed. "I don't understand." She leaned over the woman, and helped her to stand. Tamiko managed to get the sobbing woman to her feet where she clung with desperation to the Japanese teenager, her protective towel now lying forgotten on the floor at her feet. Carolyn's beautiful lush body pressed tightly against Tamiko's thin silk robe. Tamiko put a comforting arm around the nude Carolyn's waist, and was careful to press herself fully against her whenever the opportunity presented itself. Tamiko knew that this was almost more then she could endure. But, she realized that Carolyn's night of surprises was just beginning, and they all still had a long way to go before the delightful end. "What happened?" Carolyn gasped, trying to get her emotions under control. "You fell and hit your head. Don't you feel dizzy?" "Yes." "Well then." "But why are my clothes all over the room?" "Because you must have taken them off when you came in here to use the facilities. You were saying earlier something about being very warm. Perhaps you were just trying to cool off. Don't you remember?" "But why would I take them all off?" "Listen, my precious one. When I came in to see what was taking you so long, you were lying there on the floor as you are now, with the hair dryer on high. I was the one who covered you with a towel. Outside of that, I have no idea what you were doing in here." "What...What happened?" Carolyn cried. "I think you fainted, so I come in. Are you all right?" Carolyn was exhausted, her mind overwhelmed and unable to function. Headless of her nudity, she could only cling sobbing to her rescuer. It was Tamiko who had gotten her free of her totally degrading situation. She could never repay her enough for that! "Thank you," she sniffed, trying to regain control of herself. "I don't know how I..." The proud Carolyn dissolved into tears again. She held the delighted Tamiko tightly, not noticing the Japanese girl's small hands moving lovingly over her firm, exposed buttocks. "Come on now. It's all right. You're fine. No harm's been done," said Tamiko as she soothed the distressed Carolyn, now freely caressing the woman's bare back. When Carolyn's sobs finally stopped, a grinning Tamiko handed her a box of tissues. "Here, you will be needing these, I think." Seeing the young woman's smile made Carolyn realize the ridiculousness of the situation. Here she was naked in a small bathroom. How stupid it all was! She was very grateful to this young woman for being so helpful and understanding of her. She hardly ever found anyone like that. "Thank you, Tamiko," she said, as she smiled back at her new friend and accepted the box. "I believe that you're right." She blew her nose and used another tissue to clean up her face. "That's the spirit. Now, sit here and we'll get you cleaned up." Carolyn obediently sat on the closed lid of the toilet seat and patiently waited while Tamiko used a damp wash cloth on her face to clean off the effects of Carolyn's crying. It was while she was sitting there that Carolyn realized that she was still naked.. She looked about for her clothes but when she bent down for her panties, Tamiko told her to sit still. "We'll take care of that later." she said. "Don't worry about it." "But..." "Now, sit!" So Carolyn sat there primly in the nude on the toilet seat, with her hands in her lap, as Tamiko plied her with a wash cloth. Although worried at first when she saw that Tamiko was using very hot water on the cloth, Carolyn found the effect to be surprisingly refreshing. "I usually put damp towels in the microwave when I have company over for dinner. It is a very old Japanese custom and is a great way to start a meal," Tamiko explained as she began to wash Carolyn's upper chest. "Would you care to do that sometime? Come over for dinner, I mean?" Tamiko asked as she gazed in rapture between the firm high-set breasts to the downy vee nestled between Carolyn's partially opened thighs. Carolyn was touched at this sincere gesture of the woman's friendship. She was beginning to like Tamiko more and more. "Why, yes. I'd love to. Anytime." "Don't be so eager," laughed Tamiko, as she started washing Carolyn's upper breasts. "You haven't tasted my cooking yet!" "Oh, stop. I'm sure that it'll be wonderful." As they made plans for their evening to come, Tamiko carefully used the wash cloth to wipe over and under each of Carolyn's firm breasts. During this pleasant conversation, Carolyn thought nothing of Tamiko washing her breasts. It was so pleasing, being cared for like this. Tamiko had a very gentle and caring touch and, in spite of the situation, Carolyn found herself relaxing to the touch of this accomplished young woman. When she finally realized what was actually happening, Tamiko already finished her chest and had moved around to clean her back. "Oh, forgot something. Be right back." Before the startled Carolyn could say anything, Tamiko dropped the wash cloth into Carolyn's lap, reached down for the startled Carolyn's soiled panties, and, taking her pantyhose as well, left the room. Poking her head back around the door, Tamiko smiled and said pleasantly, "Now, don't go away!" before she vanished again behind the closed door. Carolyn actually found she could laugh at that. Already feeling better, she picked up Tamiko's discarded wash cloth and continued the job of cleaning herself. She avoided her sensitive breasts. She was amused to note her new good friend Tamiko had accidentally induced her highly sensitive nipples to an erect state of diamond hardness and caused her to become a little breathless in the process. Carolyn methodically worked down her flat stomach to her pelvis. She quickly washed off her leaking fluids, thankful that Tamiko hadn't noticed such shameful activity on her part. She couldn't understand what was causing her to be so wet tonight. She could see that her labia lips were red, swollen and unbelievably sensitive. She could barely touch that area with the cloth without causing her heart to race. She hadn't realized until now just how affected she had been by that damned hair dryer. When she used the wash cloth on her behind, she found that that heat had started her leaking back there as well. Oh my God! she thought, and quickly used damp toilet paper to clean off the offensive secretions coming from her anus. Carolyn had worked her way down to her knees when Tamiko returned. Carolyn was delighted to find the young woman carrying a tray with two glasses full of ice and a picture of Mai Tai. She suddenly realized that she had become very thirsty at that! Carolyn was also relieved although quite embarrassed to see her panties neatly folded on the tray. She noted with some dismay that she didn't see her pantyhose anywhere. "OK, now let's get you dressed." Carolyn was surprised to notice that the inside of her panties was covered with a very fine powder. "I sprinkled some baby powder that I use on mine when I cleaned them," Tamiko explained when she saw Carolyn's look of consternation. "It helps to keep down the moisture." At the reminder of how so uncontrolled her body had been acting this evening, Carolyn blushed deeply and turned her head away with embarrassment. It was so bad that even her new friend Tamiko had noticed. She was so ashamed at this further public humiliation that she didn't even notice when Tamiko began helping her get into her panties. At Tamiko's gentle urging, Carolyn stepped into them without thinking and let Tamiko pull them slowly up her sculptured legs and over her flaring hips. "Oh!" she gasped involuntarily, as she felt Tamiko pull them up much more snugly than Carolyn preferred. She looked down and was shocked to realize that Tamiko was in the process of getting her dressed! She could sense the woman's hands on her behind as she carefully smoothed out the material (what else could she be doing back there?). The panties had been dragged so high that she could feel the lower half of her buttocks were exposed. The panty material had sunk deep into the crevasse of her behind. Even the crotchband was pressed tightly against her poor abused pubic area, but the powder Tamiko had used felt soothing to her now highly tender nether regions. In any event, she was still feeling far too embarrassed to draw attention to herself even more by saying anything, let alone attempting to adjust them herself while someone was in the room with her. To top it off, she noticed that her modest panties were fitting much looser around the waist then they had when she put them on this morning. She decided that the elastic must be giving out. Damn! And a brand new pair, too. Yet, despite her resolve to let Tamiko help her, when she saw Tamiko with her bra she covered her breasts. This had gone far enough, she thought. She felt perfectly able to dress herself, thank you, and in private, please. But, seeing the expectant and helpful look on Tamiko's face, she resolved that she would do anything not to hurt her new friend again. Besides, new friend or not, she was exhausted, light headed, and desperately needed to get to her bed. The sooner she was dressed, the sooner she could leave. "Let me do that, please," Carolyn hesitantly asked, as she let Tamiko lower her arms to her sides. But Tamiko insisted on doing it herself. Carolyn wished the girl would let her do it, because she was obviously having trouble with the bra. She first tried it from Carolyn's front, then went behind the woman and, pressing her body tightly against Carolyn's, tried it with her arms coming around her. Either way, for some reason Carolyn couldn't understand the bra wouldn't fit correctly. Worse, her highly sensitive nipples kept getting in the way of Tamiko's hands. She jumped every time Tamiko inadvertently touched them, and she was jumping so much that Tamiko had to ask her if there was anything wrong. "Oh, no. Everything's fine," Carolyn gasped, as the back of Tamiko's hand once again grazed her right nipple. They were becoming extremely erect and developing the consistency of diamonds. With a sigh of relief, Carolyn finally felt her breasts snug in their cups and the strap firmly fastened behind her (Tamiko only fastened one of three hooks). Next came the blouse, slacks, belt (Tamiko left it very loose), scarf, and finally her jacket. As she stepped into her shoes, Carolyn looked at herself carefully in the mirror. She looked just as crisp and capable as always. It was, she felt, the appearance of someone who is always in control. Thankfully, no one could tell by looking at her that anything so outrageous happened to her while she was in here. Looking at herself, she herself was finding it hard to believe that anything occurred at all. Only a faint but surprisingly persistent tingling in her crotch was the only sign that something actually happened. That, and her misplaced pantyhose; but, no one will ever know about that she knew. "Thank you for your hospitality and for your...help. But I really must be going. I don't feel very well," Carolyn confessed. "But you simply can't leave now. I would worry about you the rest of the night. I couldn't stand not knowing whether you got home safely or not. Let me take you." In her dazed state, Carolyn wondered if Tamiko might not be right. Perhaps she did need someone to be with her on the drive home. Too much had occurred to her this evening that she couldn't even begin to comprehend. She needed some quiet time at her apartment to understand what happened to her, and especially try to comprehend why her normally very obedient body was so out of control tonight. "Besides, you did promise me that you would stay. Remember?" Oh, damn, Carolyn thought bitterly. Of all the times to obligate herself, she had to pick tonight. Well, this was one of those times when the only option was just to make the best of it. "Yes, I remember. Of course I'll stay" Carolyn found herself looking deeply into the surprisingly beautiful black, almond eyes of the girl. "And thank you again, for caring." "It's what friends are for, you know." "Yes. That's very true. So, how soon after the ceremony can we leave?" Carolyn asked, still desperately anxious to be on her way home. Into the Maelstrom "Not until Tiffany has been completely initiated. Shouldn't be long. See you in the living room," Tamiko said over her shoulder as she quickly left Carolyn. So, in spite of everything that had happened to her, she was still going to be here for the initiation ceremony. She couldn't believe it. Her head was swimming, she felt very tired, and yet her body had never been more alive. It was positively tingling with sensations. Well, if Tamiko wanted her to stay then so be it. It was the least the she could do for all of Tamiko's kindness towards her. Besides, the way Tamiko has been describing it, it should prove of cultural interest if nothing else. ***** When Carolyn returned to the living room, she felt greatly refreshed, although still a little dazed from the things that had happened to her already this evening. It's amazing what some cold water, an empty bladder, and a few Mai Tais will do for a person, she thought. Strange though, even after being fully dressed again, she found that her vagina still felt squishy to her. She could only hope that she would not embarrass herself before she could thankfully leave for her own apartment. In the time that she had been gone, some changes had taken place. The lights were all off, except for some candles and smoking sticks of incense placed in a circle around one of the couches. On the backless couch was Tiffany, lying full-length on her back, with Tamiko standing alongside her. Tiffany's bikini bottoms had joined her top on the floor, leaving the golden teenager completely naked. Tamiko looked like she was massaging the teenager's curved thighs. Carolyn remembered Tamiko saying that a lot of what was going to happen here tonight was based on various Japanese customs, some of which could be traced to the national Japanese religion of Shinto. Tamiko had told her that nudity sometimes played a great part in these rituals, and here it was already. Carolyn Lord loved religious ceremonies and she was suitably impressed as she watched Tamiko, still in her robe, move her small hands up and down Tiffany's closed thighs. Whatever Tamiko was doing, Carolyn saw that Tiffany was really enjoying it, which wasn't really a suitable response to a formal ceremony like this, thought Carolyn. Hopefully the girl will eventually get caught up in the religious fervor of the thing. Tamiko repositioned Tiffany's legs, so that the teenager's naked vagina was now plainly exposed. The bullet-shaped nipples on Tiffany's exposed breasts stood taut. In the candle light, Tiffany's suntanned flesh fairly gleamed in the darkness. She could see the fixed gazes of the other girls watching Tiffany, and knew that they too had been affected by the ceremony. Carolyn could feel herself becoming fascinated by what her new friend Tamiko was doing to the pliant Tiffany and she unconsciously moved closer to the inner circle for a better view. Her own repressed and highly controlled life had never prepared her for what was now taking place in front of her. She shuddered in sympathy as she watched Tamiko lean over Tiffany's waist. She wasn't sure why the Japanese girl was so interested in Tiffany's pubic area, but whatever it was it definitely had Tiffany squirming like crazy. Carolyn remembered her own annual physicals and got chills just thinking about it. Tamiko them abruptly stood up. "She is ready," she intoned to the room, as she stepped out of the circle and disappeared into the darkness. Maria, Tiffany's friend from work and now quite naked, then replaced the departing Tamiko. She sat on the couch right between Tiffany's parted legs. Two other girls, a nude Amber and Kathy, positioned themselves kneeling on either side of the golden Tiffany's shoulders. It was obvious to Carolyn that the true ceremony was about to begin! She watched as Maria bent between Tiffany's upper thighs and placed her face directly over Tiffany's exposed pubic area. The girls on either side of Tiffany knelt beside her. Each placed her mouth on one of the teenager's pert breasts and began to nibble and suck on the highly erect nipples. Carolyn wasn't sure but she thought she saw through the darkness Tiffany's eyes cross in response to this part of the ceremony regarding her firm young body. Carolyn could not tear her eyes from the scene before her. What was going on here? she wondered. This was just supposed to some sort of religious initiation for Tiffany. She had heard stories from her cousins who had gone to college about some of the terrible things they had to do for acceptance into their sororities. Complete physicals, that sort of thing, and given not by doctors either, but by the sorority members themselves. It must be the same here, she thought. Now she had to watch this in person. Oh my God! Well, this was what Tiffany wanted, and now there she was, laying on her back completely naked and being examined by a...a another woman! A naked woman at that! Two other women were now washing her off with their tongues, for God's sake! And why are they concentrating on her breasts like that? How dirty could they get? Her own breasts tingled in response to the sight, her nipples becoming very erect in their confining bra cups as she guiltily remembered her own weird experience with Tamiko. Her heart beat was increasing and the room felt increasingly stuffy. Carolyn crossed her arms over her chest to try and quiet her breasts down. My God! She was reacting to a physical exam being given to another person! What was wrong with me? she wondered. She stole another look in the darkness and could see the faces of the other girls reflected in the dim candle light. They still looked fascinated at the sight. She could tell! Well, they must really take their physical fitness seriously here. Actually, the other women in the room were really watching something else. It was what they had in fact been secretly watching all evening. It was the cool, beautiful Carolyn! They remembered how she had reacted to the bathing suits, the Mai Tais, and finally Tamiko's sex talk. They remembered how quickly Carolyn's body responded to Tamiko's actions in the guest restroom. They observed her very carefully now. They saw Carolyn's flushed face. They noted how she kept staring at Tiffany's exposed pussy. They observed with pleasure the rapid rise and fall of Carolyn's full chest, underneath the well-tailored suit jacket. The normally very cool and collected Carolyn was not looking so very cool and collected at all! There was a chance at Carolyn after all, and their eyes met with knowing looks. It was why they agreed to do this in the first place. Girls like Tiffany were true gold to this group of lesbians, but a Carolyn only came along once or twice in a lifetime. In fact, they let Tiffany join the group and come this night if only she could bring the unaware Carolyn with her. It was her price of admission. And so, here she was. A chance at the prime cherry, the ultimate conquest. The group couldn't believe their luck! Three lesbians moved to unobtrusively surround the unsuspecting 30-year old woman. Tamiko, nude and unobserved, was standing directly behind her, with Samantha to the left and Fawn to the right of her, still wearing their brief bikinis. Carolyn was so mesmerized by Tiffany's medical inspection that she first noticed Samantha and Fawn only when Fawn put an arm around her waist. Carolyn jerked at the innocent contact but was too intent on what was happening to Tiffany to say anything. She did not like it when anyone got too physical with her. "Do you find it exciting, Carolyn?" Fawn whispered. The presence of the two semi-nude girls (they were now both topless) in such close proximity to her was making her very uneasy. "It's just a physical for a ceremony," Carolyn replied primly. Carolyn jumped as each girl took hold of one of her arms. They gently but firmly pulled them down from Carolyn's chest and placed them around each girl's naked waist. "What...are you doing? the surprised woman asked, her hands now full of surprisingly warm, firm flesh. "We just want a close look at your suit. It looks lovely. Nice material, and it fits so well." The girls ran their hands over the increasingly nervous Carolyn's sides and back, tugging the jacket this way and that, as if they were tailors testing the fit. She became specially nervous when they started checking the buttons on the front of her double-breasted jacket. Carolyn could feel her face becoming flush as the girl's hands lingered at the buttons which were directly over her breasts. "Are you hot? It's awfully warm in here. Are you hot, Carolyn?" Fawn whispered in the woman's ear as Samantha deliberately unbuttoned the top button of Carolyn's jacket. "What?" the flustered woman whispered back, not sure that she had heard correctly. "I said, are you hot...?" Carolyn, distracted because Samantha's arm was inadvertently resting on her left breast, looked at Fawn but said nothing as Samantha opened the remaining buttons and pulled the jacket front apart. Carolyn became even more flushed. "There, that better, isn't it?" cooed the seductive Fawn. "Y...yes," gasped Carolyn, her mouth suddenly very dry. "Can you see everything? Can you see how beautiful Tiffany is when she is naked? You like Tiffany when she is naked, don't you, Carolyn?" This time Carolyn nodded her head in a sudden jerk. Astonished at herself, she realized that she did like to see Tiffany like that. What was wrong with her tonight? She had never felt that way before about anyone. "Do you see her pussy being licked?" Fawn whispered seductively, brushing Carolyn's hair behind her ear, to give her more direct access. She was leaning even closer to Carolyn's ear than before, deliberately pressing her own lush body up against Carolyn's. "Oh, my!" Carolyn was stunned. What kind of examination was this, anyway? "Why is she doing that?" she whispered, still shocked. "Good test of the reflexes and general state of the central nervous system," murmured Fawn. "Haven't you ever been checked there?" Deeply embarrassed, the transfixed woman could at first only shake her head. "Never like that," she finally was able to whisper huskily. Fawn released her hold from around Carolyn's waist while Samantha pulled Carolyn's jacket off her shoulders and down her arms. At the same time, Tamiko reached around from behind, undid the woman's thin belt, and pulled it free of her well-tailored slacks. Fawn and Samantha noted with glee that, even in the candle-lit darkness, Carolyn's erect nipples were clearly visible through the woman's thin blouse and bra. Samantha left to place the carefully folded jacket and belt on a chair in Tamiko's bedroom, and then returned to Carolyn's side. Now both Samantha and Fawn had their arms around the woman's narrow waist. Their hands gradually started moving on Carolyn's torso, especially feeling around the area where Carolyn's blouse was neatly tucked into the waistband of her slacks. "Stop that," Carolyn said in a distracted way. "Stop what?" "You know. Don't be childish." "Carolyn, really! I don't know what you are talking about?" Fawn said softly in wide-eyed innocence as she and Samantha continued to play on Carolyn's trim torso. Meanwhile, as Fawn and Sam continued to mind-fuck Carolyn, Tamiko was kneeling behind the flustered Greek girl. Tamiko could only marvel at the evident quality of the woman now standing before her. Even from behind in the candle-lit darkness, her beauty was obvious, and so was her pride. She would be a worthy adversary for her. Tamiko had spent the evening learning all she could about Miss Lord, and she had found out a great deal of information, much more than even Carolyn realized. The priceless opportunity of dildoing the helpless Carolyn Lord from behind, even before the main event had even started, was something that Tamiko will be thanking the gods for in years to come. Now Tamiko knew exactly what Carolyn was wearing under her suit, especially the aphrodisiac she had the opportunity to place in the crotchband of the woman's panties. She knew that, after some bad Greek-male fumbling as a teenager, and some later groping attempts of her at work, Carolyn Lord had given up any idea of social interaction, including serious dating. Over time, she had become so protective of her womanhood that no one could get close enough to make even a worthwhile attempt. She was 30 years old and (until very recently!) had never really had a sexual experience, simply because she had never been with anyone who knew how to reach her as a woman. Until now. The Japanese composed herself, as any warrior would before a major battle. She knew it was ridiculous, but at times like this she always though of herself as Tamiko, Lesbian Samurai! As was her mother before her! Bonzai! she thought. It's pay-back time. Tamiko reverently reached out to the perfect figure before her. Slowly and with great skill, while using just the tips of her fingers, Tamiko began a feather-light tracing of Carolyn's hips and thighs, which were just barely delineated under the expensive thin material of her slacks. She began on the woman's right flank. Tamiko's right hand walked around Carolyn's thigh to her right buttock. She made a figure-8 pattern as she ever so lightly moved her fingers over the firm half-moon before her. Tamiko then lifted her hand and repeated the process on the left buttock. Getting no response from the now totally distracted Carolyn, Tamiko now used both hands, touching and moving, touching and moving, all across the unaware woman's thighs and buttocks. Carolyn didn't know what Fawn or Samantha wanted with her, but she certainly didn't like the way they were acting so familiar with her body. "I don't like to be touched," Carolyn told Fawn. "It's not right." "But we're not touching you, are we, Samantha?" Fawn murmured as she began to dip a finger in and out of the waist of Carolyn's slacks. "No, of course we aren't," Samantha whispered as she nonchalantly rubbed the area of Carolyn's stomach. "It's Tiffany who is being touched. Watch her being touched, Carolyn." "I said to stop what you're doing. I'm not like that." "Not like what?" "I'm not like other people. I don't like being touched." "By men or by women?" Fawn innocently asked. "I don't like being touched by anyone. But especially by men of course!" Carolyn gasped with feeling. Too much happening too fast was wearing Carolyn's nerves to a frazzle. She normally would never talk of such private things, but tonight it just came spilling out. "Men are always trying to touch me. I don't like it." "Where are they trying to touch you?" "In the office, at meetings, in a store. Anywhere and everywhere! I hate it." "No, I mean where on you are they trying to touch?" "You mean on my...my body?" Carolyn dropped her head in embarrassment. "Everywhere," she whispered with feeling. "You mean like here..." Fawn's right hand closed over the tip of Carolyn's full right breast hidden under her blouse and bra. Carolyn nodded frantically. Oh my God! she thought. She's touching my breast. "...and here..." Fawn's left hand slipped down and cupped the woman's firm right buttock. Again, Carolyn could only nod frantically, hoping only that Fawn would quickly remove her hands from her private places. "When are they trying to touch you?" Fawn asked sympathetically as she began to rhythmically squeeze Carolyn's breast and buttock. Carolyn's mind went blank. She couldn't concentrate on anything except on what Fawn's hands were doing to her. The room started spinning and she couldn't get her breath. A woman was holding her and she didn't know what to do! "When? I would really like to know. What's wrong, Carolyn?" "I...I can't think when you do that." "Do what?" Carolyn knew that her only salvation from Fawn hands was to answer her impossible questions. If only she would keep her hands still for a moment and let her get her breath back, but Fawn's hands kept moving, now in a circular motion over her breast and buttocks. "Touch me. When you touch me like that it is very distracting and I don't like it. Please stop!" Fawn gave Carolyn's superb ass and chest a final firm squeeze for emphasis, and reluctantly pulled her hands away. "It doesn't mean anything. We aren't men, Carolyn. We're just girls. Here you are perfectly safe. You known when girls touch girls it's just in friendship." "Yes," responded Carolyn wearily, "I understand that. I just do not like being touched by anyone, anywhere." Fawn already had her arm around Carolyn's waist. "But we're girls, Carolyn. Doesn't that make a difference?" "I'm not a...a less.. I like men." "Not a lesbian? Well, who around here is? "But you said they were always trying to take advantage by touching you." "That's right. Anytime, day or night. It doesn't matter with them. They are always trying to touch my body." We are doing this just for the initiation, so it shouldn't matter, should it? You should not feel a thing. Remember, this is for Tiffany's benefit." "What?" asked the increasingly confused young woman. Fawn thought for a moment, then realized that this was the opportunity for which she had been waiting. "Look, Carolyn. Samantha and I would much rather be helping with Tiffany's ceremony, but we must stay with you and make sure that you are checked out thoroughly. Tiffany has to be able to see everyone taking part in the ceremony, everyone being examined, even if it is just a little. Otherwise it will ruin everything," stated Fawn quietly yet firmly. "Is this true?" Carolyn asked Samantha. "Oh, yes. Absolutely," breathed the beautiful Samantha, her hand now inside the front of Carolyn's silk blouse, rubbing the warm soft flesh of her abdomen. "Tiffany's the star tonight, and we have to do everything we can to make it work for her. We don't want to touch you at all. It's just that we have to. And we have to make it seem convincing to Tiffany for this to work at all." "Oh," said the doubtful Carolyn. She couldn't think clearly anymore. Too much was happening to her too fast and she had no clue as to what to do about it. She wondered if she was really in over her head and should just leave and phone her apologies in later. Then, her old self-assurance took over. After going through this far, just to back out now? No, she gave her word and would just have to go through with it. More for Tamiko's sake (were was she, anyway?) than for Tiffany's sake, she would have to make the supreme sacrifice and let someone touch her for once, and then just for a brief moment in time. But, she was in a room full of women, children really. What was she getting so upset about? Fawn was right. It doesn't really matter. They could never get to her, never reach her. Not like the few men she had known who always tried to do her. Thankfully, that was impossible here. It was silly of her even to worry about it. In a room full of women, she was always safe. "OK. I'll participate, but just a little. You may...examine me." and there let the matter rest. Immediately after agreeing to it, she regretted doing so. She agreed because she had been drinking too much, feeling too much, watching too much. Emotions which she never suspected having had picked tonight of all nights to storm her sensibilities. She was angry with herself for even being in this apartment in the first place. She didn't know these women, and she didn't really want to. They were after all Tiffany's friends. She didn't like it, them touching her so freely. She didn't like it at all, even if it wasn't sexual! But if she let them do what they wanted, even for just a little bit of time, perhaps they'll just get board and eventually leave her alone and go bother Tiffany or someone. They are practically children after all. Or, even better, the initiation will finally end and she can safely leave. Into the Maelstrom Having made her decision, all she could do now was just wait it out. Besides, if these kids got out of control she would just have to put them in their place, just like she's had to do with people who tried to take advantage of her all her life. The decision made, she returned to the surprisingly fascinating sight of Tiffany's naked body being thoroughly inspected by other women. Especially, she wondered what could possibly be taking Maria so long in inspecting Tiffany's crotch, and what was she doing that was causing the teenager to moan so much? "Listen to her, Carolyn," whispered Fawn. " What does it mean? That's she's hot, is that what it means? It is so terribly warm in here. Are you hot, too, Carolyn? Yes you are, aren't you?" Carolyn could only nod her head. She was feeling terribly warn in her tight, constricting clothing. She could feel the sweat forming on her face and below her arms. She reached up to unbutton the high neck of her blouse, but stopped. It wouldn't be proper to do that here. When she got back to the safety of her own apartment, then she could relax. What Carolyn didn't know was that when she turned down Tamiko's bathing suit offer, the Japanese girl had reset the apartment's thermostat from 70 to 80 degrees. "Here, let me," Fawn murmured as she reached over and pulled off Carolyn's scarf. As the scarf fell to the floor, Fawn said, "Now look up and I'll get that top button for you." Carolyn obediently obeyed the younger girl's command and looked at the ceiling, because it was becoming so very warm in the apartment she almost couldn't stand it. Fawn however unbuttoned not just the first, but the top four buttons on the surprised Carolyn's blouse. Fawn and Samantha now had an unrestricted view of the tops of Carolyn's breasts as they entered her modest-cut bra. Fawn reached around and unfastened the unresisting Carolyn's sleeve cuffs for good measure. Her blouse was now open to her breasts, but Carolyn still found she could not tear her eyes from Tiffany's continuing examination. Fawn's soft continuous voice in her ear, speaking her innermost thoughts, was causing a storm of unexplained emotion to whirl through her normally well-ordered mind. She found herself powerless to resist it, even when it asked her the most intimate of questions. If only the girl would stop taking and give her a chance to think. But she kept talking softly on and on, saying the most vile and disgusting things to her. She knew she should leave, but she was somehow transfixed by the sight of Tiffany's initiation. She knew she just couldn't leave until it was over. Carolyn suddenly realized that her jacket was gone. She had no memory of taking it off. But, as the whispering in her ear suggested, it was increasingly warm in here and it did feel so much cooler without it. Carolyn soon felt that the hands on her body, at first hesitant, were becoming much bolder. Her protests did no good, for the hands would just return whenever she moved them away. The hands seemed determined to explore every inch of her untouched body above the waist. Especially her breasts! Thankfully, they were leaving her slacks alone. No place was too intimate for their interest. Worse, they seemed to be looking for a way in, a way to reach her body under her protective clothing! To reach her inner-most self! Oh my, she thought worriedly. Perhaps they wanted to really examine her, too! Even insects seemed intent on exploring her body, her fevered mind thought. There was something moving around her hips and legs that was surprisingly persistent. As soon as one would land, walk around and then take off, it or another would land somewhere else. She knew this place wasn't near as clean as her own spotless apartment so when she felt them on her hips and legs it did not surprise her. Sometimes she could feel more than one, all moving very lightly yet boldly as bugs will across her behind or up and down her legs. Worse, they were making her feel very tingly where ever they landed. She would try to brush them away, but they eventually always came back. Just like those summers she spent in Greece during school breaks. Damned flies were everywhere! Carolyn finally quit worrying about them, there was after all so much else going on, and left them alone. If only they didn't affect me so much, she thought, feeling the strange tingles radiating from her lower abdomen as the insects seemed to take delight in walking over lower hips and upper thighs. The problem was that between watching what was happening to Tiffany, and the childish antics of Fawn and Samantha, she could think of very little else. Her body was still tingling where Fawn had held her earlier. She could clearly feel the burning imprint of the girl's hands, as if they were still there, holding tightly to her privates. During this time the girls around her had not been idle. Regularly, a hand would dip into the tight waistband of her slacks and pull out some of her tucked-in blouse. Carolyn would then absently tuck it back in again, but there were soon so many other distractions going on for her to worry about such childish things. Soon her blouse was completely outside of her slacks. What she didn't realize was that one of the hands reaching into her slacks had unfastened the metal clasp to her waistband, then the front button. Finally, another hand had carefully loosened the zipper. Each tug on her waistband from then on lowered the zipper more and more, allowing the slim hands of her assailants to penetrate ever deeper into her tailored slacks. In time the front of her slacks became completely open, yet unnoticed by the distracted Carolyn because it was covered by her loose blouse. Soon the only things holding up Carolyn's slacks was a little friction. With every move she made, the now loosened slacks became just a little bit lower. With the blouse now out, Tamiko felt free to finally start working on Carolyn's cunt. Keeping her left hand moving on the woman's buttocks, Tamiko walked her right hand around the inside of Carolyn's left thigh and soon had her fingers dancing over the front of Carolyn's slacks. Keeping below the opened zipper, Tamiko focused her attentions on the seam that ran down from the zipper to the back of the slacks. Pressing lightly, Tamiko could feel the indent of Carolyn's most secret place, her labia. Pressing the delicate flesh in a subtle rhythm with her right finger tips, the girl was eventually rewarded with tiny answering jerks from Carolyn's hips, trying reflexively to meet more fully this new pleasing sensation. Tamiko brought her left hand around and traced the prominent bulge of soft pubic hair through the material of Carolyn's slacks and panties. She then placed it alongside her right and it too joined in the subtle seduction of Carolyn's cunt. Totally oblivious to all that was going on around her, Carolyn could only stare at the continuing increasing frenzied activity of the golden-haired Tiffany. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Tiffany would react to another woman in this way. Carolyn was starting to feel a strange sensation in her crotch. It was like when she would be in a hurry as a teenager and forget to wear anything below her slacks or shorts. She would get a strange itch between her legs she couldn't dare scratch! By the end of the day she would be quite wet, and almost out of control just from all the rubbing. That's why she always made sure to be properly dressed at all times. And now, on top of everything else, she had this itch to contend with. She was getting such a feeling in her crotch and she couldn't understand it. She was wearing her panties, and her slacks were not tight at all, and yet that same somewhat delicious feeling was starting to build in her vagina. Oh, no! she thought. Of all the times for it to happen! She could even feel her hips making tiny movements to deal with the sensation. However unlikely, she wondered if it might have something to do with the embarrassing antics of Fawn or Samantha, But, she was painfully aware that their hands were on her blouse. They were not touching her anywhere below her waist (they wouldn't dare!). She saw in the dim light that there was no one else around them. She thankfully didn't see any small animals when she first entered the apartment, either (once in Europe a dog had stuck his nose up her miniskirt and she almost fainted!). She didn't think anyone would notice her moving her hips such a minute amount, and she had to do something to relieve the building sensation. But, Carolyn was well aware that eventually she would have to go to the bathroom and find the cause and correct it, regardless of how good it was making her feel. She was well aware that her secret pleasure was an itch that scratching only made worse. With each tiny jerk of her hips, Tamiko felt Carolyn's slacks descend just a tiny bit. After a time, as Tamiko increased her toying of Carolyn's vulnerable cunt, Carolyn's hips jerked more and more, it was only Tamiko's hands pressing into Carolyn's crotch held up the woman's slacks. "Look at her breasts shake," Fawn continuing her seductive whispering as they watched Tiffany twisting and jerking on the couch. "Wonder what they feel like when that happens. What do your breasts feel like when they shake, Carolyn? What do your breasts feel like right now? They are very beautiful, you know. Are they swollen? Are they very sensitive?" "Can you feel this? Or this?" Fawn asked as she and Samantha began to openly caress the high-set heaving orbs from the outside of the blouse. The shaken Carolyn could again only nod as she felt the feather touches of the girls' hands on her swollen breasts. The hands became bolder, now squeezing the tender breast-flesh. Carolyn knew she should stop them, but what they were doing to her really didn't matter right now. She wasn't a lesbian after all. All she wanted to do was watch Tiffany get initiated, and then leave here as quickly as possible. The massage of her proud breasts continued. A few more buttons of Carolyn's blouse were undone and the girl's soon were working directly on the woman's breasts through her bra. What was wrong with me? Carolyn wondered. My own breasts are driving me crazy! They feel so swollen and sensitive. Why don't those girls stop? "Are your breasts sensitive, Carolyn? Mine sure are. Do yours affect you, sometimes?" Fawn purred. Carolyn could not believe her body's reaction to the antics of Fawn and Samantha. How could Fawn know that every touch on her over-sensitive breasts was driving her crazy. "You can tell me." Seeing how preoccupied Carolyn was with the fondling of her breasts, Tamiko knew she had a free hand with the unsuspecting woman. While Carolyn was busy focusing on the actions of Fawn and Samantha, Tamiko carefully reached deep down into the back of Carolyn's open slacks until she felt the thin elastic at the top of Carolyn's panties. She gently pulled up on the panties, drawing the sheer material as deeply as she could between Carolyn's fantastic buttocks. Twisting the waistband and legbands together around her index finger, Tamiko continued to pull on the back of Carolyn's panties, wanting them to become as deeply imbedded into the proud woman's flesh as possible. Tamiko then returned to what she liked to think of as her "Sensual Butterfly" routine. But first, she carefully touched the front of Carolyn's slacks below the opened zipper. She felt with satisfaction how Carolyn's panties were now cruelly digging into the sensitive labia flesh. With the crotchband now embedded, Tamiko had only the thin material of the loosened slacks between her and Carolyn's increasingly responsive cunt. ***** Carolyn soon felt a further indignity to her person. Her panties had somehow worked their way into the crevice of her behind (she knew that this was going to happen after well-meaning Tamiko had pulled them up too high), leaving her ass-cheeks completely uncovered underneath her slacks. Even worse, the crotchband of her panties was now putting a very strong pressure on her vulva and she was starting to feel very wet down there. Oh, damn! She had been so intent on her secret pleasure that she must have worked her panties up. Now her secret pleasure was worse than ever. She felt like such a slut. More than anything else, she wanted to undo her slacks and fix her underwear to a more comfortable and modest setting, but she couldn't! Not with all of those women surrounding her! Besides, if they saw her fiddling with her underwear they might even think she was being affected in some way by all of the unusual activity going on here tonight. She tried repeatedly to stop moving her hips, but something down there was causing her to continue. Something she couldn't define, couldn't locate. With Fawn and Samantha standing right next to her, she really couldn't do anything without attracting their unwanted attention. She was so nervous from the close, half-nude presence of Fawn and Samantha that she found it impossible to stand still. She kept shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Because of Carolyn's constant movements, and some tugging by Tamiko, her slacks had slowly worked their way down to the tops of her thighs. Carolyn knew that something wasn't right with her slacks but couldn't understand what it was. She looked down but her blouse covered everything. The perplexed Carolyn wasn't sure what was happening around her waist, but she dared not move her arms to find out. Every time she took her arms away from her chest, hands would appear as if by magic on her breasts! At least once even her bra had become undone and she had to refasten it. She felt that it was really time for her to leave, at least to find the bathroom so she could mentally get herself together, to regain control of her proud untouched body, but Samantha and Fawn were keeping a close hold on her and she couldn't move. She tried moving her legs, as she was shifting her weight from one to the other in order to at least to try to relieve that strange pressure building in her vagina caused by her bunched panties, when she noticed that the tops of her legs seemed tied together somehow. Carolyn's firm buttocks were fully exposed to Tamiko's lustful gaze, the woman's panties still tightly drawn up into the narrow crevice. She watched fascinated as the buttocks repeatedly tightened and relaxed as the nervous Carolyn kept up her movements. Overcome with the sight, Tamiko pursed her lips for a kiss, but instead blew a stream of cool air onto the delectable mounds. As she heard Carolyn's gasp of surprise from above, she saw to her delight the instant formation of goose-pimples across the tantalizing expanse of round firm flesh. "Oh my God!" Carolyn accidentally blurted out. That cool breeze she just felt across her behind could only mean that her slacks were slipping off! What a time for this to happen! "What's wrong, Carolyn?" Samantha asked with great tenderness. "Uh... Oh, nothing," the distraught woman muttered. No one must have noticed yet, or they would surely have said something. Perhaps they might have even taken advantage of her predicament if they knew, using this to make fun of her! That would be especially intolerable with this group. Children could be so cruel, sometimes. The snap must have broken or something, she was always having trouble with it. The slacks were really a size too large for her to wear properly. If they would just leave her alone for a moment she could discreetly bend down and quickly pull them back up again. But Fawn and Samantha stayed right with her, still whispering hidden forbidden things to her, still intend on their role of examining her if only she gave them a chance. "What about your nipples, Carolyn? Are they sensitive, too? Are they hard?" asked Fawn as the girls now began to trace the clearly protruding nipples. Shocked by the sensation radiating from her touched nipples, Carolyn quickly crossed her arms over her abused chest. When her covering hands felt her bra instead of silk, she looked down and was shocked to discover that her blouse was completely unbuttoned! "So, they are sensitive, aren't they?" Again, all Carolyn could do was nod her head, as her trembling fingers fumbled with the opened buttons, trying to refasten them. How could this have happened? She had almost been undressed by these two kids--total strangers in a room full of semi-naked women! I must be losing my mind, she thought. And how could this almost child-like woman Fawn know so much about her intimate, private self? wondered the increasingly befuddled Carolyn. It was as if she were inside my head, reading my thoughts! "I'll bet they're very sensitive," cooed Fawn, as she deliberately licked Carolyn's well-formed ear. Carolyn was rocked to the very core of her being. No one had ever done that to her. She dropped her hands and forgot about her now semi-opened blouse. She forgot about the half-felt sensations she had been getting from her strangely sensitive vagina. She even forgot about Tiffany and Maria. No one had ever been that intimate with her. She could only stare dumfounded at the close smiling face of Fawn, shocked senseless by the act and by her reaction to it. After what Fawn had done to her, Carolyn couldn't help thinking about her slacks. She could feel them slipping further and further down her legs with every move she made. Soon they would be around her ankles and her humiliation would be complete. She couldn't leave until they were back were they belonged. She couldn't help it any longer, she just had to tell someone. She would tell the more sympathetic Samantha. "Samantha, I need your help. It's my...my slacks. The snap must have broken because they're falling down." "Oh, honey. You poor thing. Let me check." "No!" Carolyn cried. "I can do it..." But Carolyn was too late. To the woman's extreme discomfort, Samantha had already knelt in front of her and was looking at the fastener of her slacks, having pulled the slacks down to Carolyn's ankles in the process! "Nooo!" the humiliated Carolyn moaned softly, so no one but Samantha and Fawn could hear. "I can do it, really." "Oh, no. It's no bother." "Just let me pull..." Carolyn couldn't finish because she found herself suddenly off balance. Samantha had reach behind the distressed woman and pushed her left knee forward, making her off-balance. Carolyn was forced to raise her left foot enough for Samantha to remove Carolyn's left shoe and the left leg of her slacks. Carolyn quickly put her arms around Fawn's slender waist for support. Fawn used Carolyn's distraction to reach behind the woman and press Carolyn's body fully against hers. Samantha meanwhile pushed the back of the off-balanced Carolyn's right leg, and was soon standing in front of the mortified woman holding her slacks and shoes. Carolyn looked in dismay at Samantha, not realizing she was still holding herself tightly to the semi-nude Fawn. "Yes, the snaps gone all right," lied Samantha smoothly. "Zipper looks a little ripped too. But don't worry, there's a sewing machine here that can fix anything." "I...I really should look at them myself. They are very expensive." "Don't worry. Tamiko is an excellent seamstress. That's what she does when she's not in school." "Well, if I could just take them myself into another room..." "Carolyn!" Fawn said in a quiet yet commanding tone. "Let her take them. Your place is here. Your here for Tiffany, remember." "I can't just stand here undressed like this. I feel so exposed!" she said despondently as she watched Samantha take her clothes down the hall towards the bedroom. In her despair she pressed her body ever tighter to the secretly exulting Fawn. "Let me go with her. Please..." Fawn started to kiss the distraught Carolyn on the neck.