True Nature

Mindy didn't even remember the bus ride home that day. She sat with her new laptop on top of her prettiest skirt, busily preparing the lists Ms. Adam's had requested earlier. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair trying to remember all that was going to be expected of her in the morning. Her new boss had told her she liked her hair that way, something that thrilled the young woman to no end. She had felt the same hot stares of the bus riders on her way home that she did earlier that morning, but now she didn't care at all. She didn't care what anyone thought of her, she only cared that she pleased her new boss. Mindy's mind raced as she tried to replay all the conversations in her head, her heart was still racing, as it had all day long. As she rubbed her temples she felt the onslaught of a viscous headache coming on. "You need to relax", she told herself.

Mindy closed her eyes and pushed out the thoughts of work for a moment, and just thought about the woman. As her head came to rest on the window of the bus, she pictured the woman appearance, trying to recall even the smallest detail. She could see the way her high cheeks swept down her jaw line to a perfectly sculptured chin, the simple elegance of her beautiful face. She thought of the way those blue eyes made her feel when she looked at her... stared right through her was more accurate. In her mind Mindy could see the way Ms. Adams' vibrant pink blouse clung to her breasts and when she bent down to her file cabinet she could see the inside curve of her cleavage. She thought back to Ms. Adams standing up and the sound her skirt made as it slid across her silk stockings. As the bus squeaked to its last stop, Mindy was suddenly aware that she was home. The sun had gone down and the walk home was chilly. She felt her nipples harden as the clicks of her heels quickened. Her long nipples began to ache as they brushed up against the lining of her new bra, a sensation that made her only want to think of Ms. Adams even more. She needed to get home and into the tub.

Mindy stripped her clothes off quickly, barely stopping to take off her skirt and shoes; she simply let them lay where they fell. She looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom before getting into the tub, and her reflection looked completely different than it did this morning. This was a new woman staring back at her. As she took off her bra and panties she was reminded once again that her body was clamoring for attention. Mindy was feeling sexual, not just horny; she had learned to live with that feeling. No, Mindy felt a raw sexuality about herself now. She wanted to nurture that, to embrace it, rather than run away from it as she had always done. She wanted to feel like slut sometimes. After all, she had known plenty of sluts in college; they all seemed to have fun. Why couldn't she embrace her sexuality in an open and raw sense? She knew that the sting of profane language in a sexual sense always turned her on. She decided to see just how much.

She grasped her nipples and gave a low moan as she gently began to turn them back and forth. The length of the young woman's nipples grew with each passing moment, passing the length of a common pencil eraser, looking more like the nipple you'd find on an infant's bottle. She pulled them outward and then up, whimpering like a chained dog. She supported the weight of them with her firm grasp as they swung side to side. Mindy had never understood the concept of pain causing pleasure, always they had been diametrically opposed concepts, but she had to admit the discomfort she felt in her nipples now seemed to have a direct relationship to the wetness now spreading across her inner thighs. Mindy looked at her flushed face in the mirror, and licked her lips lewdly, running her tongue around the edges as if to highlight them. She looked in the mirror and felt sexy, she felt slutty, and she felt like a tramp, like a common whore as she continued shamelessly flirting with her own image. She had never behaved like this before, and she found the release quite profound. One lewd action led to another, until she was talking to the woman in the mirror as if she had never seen her before, and maybe she hadn't.

"You like that don't you? Yes I bet you do... tell me you like it. That right you dirty girl, I bet you'd like you pussy rubbed too, wouldn't you?"

Mindy ran her hand into her blonde muff of fur and felt the wetness of her own pubic hair; dewy drops of lubrication clung to her neat labia and dripped down her thighs. She raised one leg up onto the toilet seat to see the pinkness of her slit better, she admired the symmetry of her sex, the way her inner labia folded perfectly over the swollen folds of her outer lips like the peddles of rose. Mindy wanted to witness her sex being used by the whore she saw in the mirror. Her words and deeds climbed higher with every passing moment.

"That's right, rub your little pussy for me, show me how wet you are. Yes... just like that. Uh huh...that's it, now put your finger inside you... Uggggghhh, yesssss, like that... now fuck that cunt you dirty girl... God Damn it, you are so wet.... fuck yes, like that. Come on, do it... DO IT, deeper!" The girl was out of her mind with lust.

She stared at her wet fingers plunging in and out of her sex. She had never taken time to look at herself like this before, and thrilled at the sight. She inserted a second, then a third finger into her dripping hole, and on and on the base insults continued, echoing in the cramped bathroom as if watching someone else use her. As if it were the hand of another woman fucking her so deeply... so completely... Three fingers now like a piston as they crammed themselves into her throbbing flesh.

"Do you want to cum slut? Do you? Is that what you need, you need to cum, like the then needy slut you are? DO YOU?"

That was it... the damn had broke. A day's worth of sexual tension released or maybe it was a lifetime's. Mindy didn't even hear herself scream at first. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart and the deep throbbing inside her squelching cunt as she instantly poured the milky oil stored up over a lifetime of ignoring her sexual needs onto the tile floor of her bathroom. Mindy had orgasmed before, but not like this. With one hand nearly tearing her nipples off, and the other fucking herself with a machine like pace, the young woman's cunt gushed forth in a torrent of girl jizz, running down her legs and pooling at her feet. It came out with such force that it startled the girl, never before had her body reacted to her climax in such a violent way. Her legs felt weak, but she wasn't done cumming yet, by sheer will she continued to stand. Mindy spread her legs obscenely and arched her hips upwards toward the mirror and with a scream that could be heard two houses away; Mindy reached the apex of her crisis. She flung her hand out of the grasp of her clutching cunt and rubbed her clitoris wildly as a final stream of milky girl cum squirted from her spasming hole in a high arch, covering quickly the space between her and the wall and flooded the mirror in front of her. She watched in lustful horror as the image of her own face became obscured by the murky fluids running down the mirror.

"Gaaaaaawdddddd!" The woman cried as she could barely stand, the orgasm was devastating, frightening even. This moment had been an epiphany for Mindy; it was a new beginning, and a sweet end to a life of hiding from her own pleasure. Her vile words still echoing in the hard walls of the bathroom, words she didn't even recognize, words that didn't seem her own, and maybe they weren't. Maybe that wasn't her voice, if felt as if someone else spoke for her, as if someone else were controlling the things she said and did. A new force had entered the very being of Mindy Swanson, and her name was Bernadette Adams.

Chapter 5

Mindy woke from another restless night's sleep, she had spent much of the night tossing and turning, her mind never straying too far from the extraordinary events of the last 24 yours. After her shower, and new primping routine, the young woman spent a full 20 minutes staring at her bland wardrobe. She wanted to dress impressively for Ms. Adams, but she knew she couldn't match her sense of style or clothing budget. Finally she decided to put on the same bra and panties from yesterday, as they made her feel special and sexy, even though they were a bit ripe smelling from all her excitement. She finally decided on a black and pink dress she had worn to a failed Valentine's party several years ago. It fit her well and had just the right amount of sex appeal, as well as being still on the edge of business appropriate. The dress had a low sweeping neckline and cute ruffled half sleeves, and lay just above her knees. As she slipped on her stockings, she realized that she would stick out against the backdrop of the other tenth floor secretary staff, but she imagined her partner's desk she shared with her boss as her own refuge. She could stay in there all day as if in a cocoon made the two of them. The thought seemed thrilling and romantic and Mindy couldn't wait to get back to work.

It was 6:45 in the morning when she arrived at work today, anxious to be able to show her boss how dedicated she was to her new position. Once again her hopes were dashed when she turned the corner toward her special refuge with the mysterious Ms. Adams. The lights were already on in the corner office and she could see the shadows of other people milling around, whispering in hushed tones. Her pace quickened as she began to wonder if there was an early morning meeting she didn't remember, it was possible she had forgotten in all the excitement of yesterday. She nervously opened the door and was greeted with the stares of a half a dozen women. Not just any women, each of them were stunning in their own rights, impeccably dressed, so beautiful in fact that Mindy thought each deserved a brass name plate next to them like some piece of art in a museum. These women had the same look of elegance and success that Ms. Adams had. Each woman looked dramatically different from the other, all seemed to have different ethnicities, different skin tones, but each had a common element. They had the appearance of powerful accomplished women, and they somehow didn't seem surprised at all to see her, almost as if they already knew her.

Ms Adams was sitting at the partner's desk across from the most stunning black woman Mindy had ever seen. She was as thin and tall, at least 5 inches taller than Mindy was and she was as beautiful as any Paris model she had ever seen a picture of. Mindy had worked with and gone to school with many black women in her young life, but none of them had the dark complexion of this amazing creature. Her skin was as black as a moonless night. She seemed to shimmer, as if she had been covered in hot tar, smooth and supple. She had the kind of skin you just wanted to touch just to see if it was real. As Mindy stood in the door she noticed all but those two women had been staring at her. She had never been in a room with so many beautiful and impressive women in her life, it was almost terrifying experience. The women looked at her like a pride of lionesses would a baby gazelle that stumbled into their den. They smiled and turned to whisper to each other, yet none of them offered her a greeting, or any warmth. She thought that this must be what a lobster feels like before its plucked out of its holding bath. As she walked closer to her boss, who had not yet noticed her, she swore she heard the stunning Asian woman sitting next to her growl at her backside.

"Ah Mindy, I'm glad your here, we were just finishing up a little meeting, we'll be out of the way here in just a moment."

Bernadette offered Mindy no explanation for this meeting, nor did she try and introduce Mindy to any of the women who were now molesting her with their eyes. Mindy stood awkwardly and alone in the middle of the room waiting for her boss to finish up. She tried to read the writing on the stack papers on the desk, they appeared to be a contracts of sorts, but couldn't make out the language they were written in. Her boss spoke to the ebony queen in a foreign language that Mindy had never heard before. They bantered back and forth, appearing to haggle over something in the document. Occasionally both women would glance up at Mindy then back down again, changing words on the contract and initializing the changes. The black woman said something of great importance, her hands waved in large circles and then she looked at Mindy... there was pause as all the women seemed to fix their laser stares at the young girl, making her wish she had worn something much less bold to work that day. After a tense moment of silence, the room erupted in laughter, all the women apparently understanding completely what was happening. Mindy hadn't a clue, but felt as if it had something to do with her.

There was a rustle of activity as the women each grabbed their folders containing contracts just as had been signed on the desk. They were sealed with a wax stamp and each of the women put their documents into their expensive brief cases. This was the conclusion of some sort of meeting that obviously had been going on for a long time. Mindy wondered what this could have to do with her company, but realized it was best not to ask just yet, remembering her boss' reassuring smile that all questions would be made clear in due time. The six women seemed to stand in a line to say goodbye to Bernadette Adams. As they approached the dark haired beauty, each would touch Bernadette with an embrace that was not at all business like, in fact more like lovers would say goodbye. They each shared a brief hushed moment with her, smiling and whispering a personal message. There was a tenderness their parting words and each ended with a solemn kiss, the sort of kiss that seemed to seal a deal. But a deal for what, Mindy wondered.

Ms. Adams walked the women to the door and said goodbye in six differently languages. There were parting embraces and understanding nods, promises were reinforced with smiles and as if on cue, the all turned on a heel and left. Mindy stood in the vacuum created by the departure of this indescribable collection of women. Bernadette stood silently for a few moments as if she were soaking in sweet victory, her eyes closed slowly as if to savor an image, then slowly opened them and affixed her deep blue stare of the ever shrinking Mindy Swanson. Bernadette walked straight towards Mindy with an eyebrow raised. A moment was charged anticipation, as Ms. Adams reached out to touch the young woman. She stood in front of Mindy and lifted her hair up off her shoulders and let it slide through her fingers like silky sand, examining her neck and jaw line as if to size it. With the soft touch of her finger, Bernadette moved Mindy's head to the side. The young woman's skin seemed to melt.

"Yes I do like your hair better down, but it hides your pretty neck, we will have to look into setting you up for an appointment with my stylist, she could do wonders with that pretty mop on your head".

And with a wry smile, she turned away and focused her concentration on the fresh stack of papers on her desk. She knew her new assistant had many questions about this morning's events, but it wasn't time to explain everything just yet. The rest of the day went on with the business of setting up the office and getting everyone situated. Mindy was getting used to the desk arrangement, she felt awkward at first sitting so close to the woman, but soon began to treasure the intimacy of their closeness. There was absolutely no hiding anything from her boss' gaze. Everything she did was seen, every phone call was noted, and every lapse of concentration caused a quick glance from across the desk. When she needed to use the restroom, she had to make sure her boss didn't need her for anything before she went, but it felt more like she was asking permission to pee. More than once, Mindy was caught staring across the desk at Ms. Adams with dreamy eyes; it was a look that did not go unnoticed. She had the feeling she was in some sort of athletic training.

They had worked straight through lunch, and the young woman's stomach had begun to rumble aloud. Bernadette set down her papers and glanced at her Petex Phillpe watch noting the advancing hour. She watched her assistant type away diligently on her latest project. She sat back in her chair, enjoying the momentary break from her work and soaked in the pristine beauty of young Mindy Swanson. She had good length of bone, a natural facial beauty, and despite her failed efforts to dress stylishly she could still see that her hidden body would be quite nice indeed to see in its raw form. She smiled to herself, knowing it wouldn't be long. Bernadette could tell that Mindy had felt her piercing stare by the way she nervously brushed her hair from her eyes while she typed and how she raised her chin in an effort to show off her neck. Yes Bernadette knew that her small efforts would soon transform her new duckling into a prized swan.

"Alright Ducks, what do you say we call it a day? We skipped our lunch earlier, so why don't we go out for a bite to eat?" Mindy could hardly believe her ears.

She was absolutely famished as she had nothing to eat so far the entire day, even though she watched her boss munch away happily on fruit and vegetable snacks all afternoon. Mindy wanted any chance she could get to spend more time with the increasingly enchanting woman, indeed she felt as if she would be lost when she wasn't in her presence. After gathering their belongings, the two women walked towards the elevators, the older woman never seemed to have a phone too far from her ear. She chatted in French, to someone who Mindy could tell, sounded very excited. Mindy wondered who all these people where; she didn't think her company even did business in France. It was becoming clear that Ms. Adams had interests that lay outside the office, business involving a bevy of beautiful women it appeared.

As they left the building they were met by a gray Limousine. Mindy had never ridden in a Limousine before and was excited at the chance. The driver side door opened, and out climbed the largest person Mindy had ever seen. The stunning woman had a platinum blonde crew cut, it made her look taller if that was possible; her features were chiseled but beautiful. She stood at least 6'5" and had to weigh over 300 pounds, but she was lean and muscular, you could see the definition in her arms and legs as she walked towards the rear door... she looked more like a female wrestler than a chauffeur. She wore the largest pair of black leather pants Mindy had ever seen, and matching leather coat which concealed her bare chest, complete with a dangling female symbol chain.

She opened the door for Ms. Adams, and Mindy saw her boss run the back of her hand across her chauffeur's face as she slide into the dark. The wrestling chauffeur's smile towards Mindy was quite different, it was an all-knowing smile, almost as if she had ushered a thousand Mindies into the back of Limousines before her. It made the young woman feel uneasy. Bernadette had two more quick phone calls, one appeared to be in Russian the other sounded sort of like Arabic, but Mindy couldn't be sure.

She then picked up the Limo phone and gave the driver some directions; "Prendalo domestico. Prenda questo al foro di conigli."

"Sorry Ducks, but there has been a change of plans, I have some business to attend to, but Bianca will get you where you need to go." Bernadette placed her hand on Mindy's knee and leaned in closer, her voice spoke in hushed tones; her eyes were both sensual and serious at the same time.