Into the Maelstrom

"YES!" Carolyn cried out in ecstasy as her vagina pulsed again and again. Joanna's tongue lapped up the precious juices being spewed forth by the convulsing young woman who was caught up in the throes of her long denied orgasm.

When Carolyn became aware of her surroundings once again, she saw that Ms Pendergast was seated behind her desk, with Susan George standing on her left. "Am I. Am I done?" she timidly asked the forbidding figure seated before her.

"Finally awake, are we?" Joanna Pendergast asked. "It's about time, too. Just were do you think you are, anyway?"

"Sorry, ma'am. I don't really know what happened. Must have been tired," the embarrassed Carolyn answered. She wasn't sure if she could cover herself up yet or not, so she remained as she was, laying naked on the desk, her hands and arms at her sides. She was conscious of a wetness coming from her throbbing vagina.

My God! she thought. What's that all about? "Is the check-up finished? Am I all right?"

"It's OK, Miss Lord. And, yes, you seem to be quite all right."

"Thank you," she murmured, as she tried to discreetly cover herself with her hands. Being naked like this was impossible to endure, just impossible!

"Ah. By the way, what did cause. I mean, why did I."

"Oh, that. It wasn't the chair after all, it was just you. I guess it must have been your time. Now, please get dressed. I have much to do before the conference and don't really have time for this sort of nonsense."

"Yes, Ms. Pendergast," the confused Carolyn meekly said as she wearily pulled herself off of the wide desk. Under the glittering eyes of her two superiors, the terribly embarrassed Carolyn Lord got dressed, forsaking modesty for haste in her desire to quickly leave the scene of her latest disaster.

Carolyn left her supervisor's office stunned. She couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible. My God, she thought. I've just climaxed in my clothes! I've just climaxed in my clothes and for no reason! Then, she did it again, right in the middle of a check-up with a medical probe for God's sake. She had never felt so ashamed, not so much for the loss of control over her body, especially in front of Ms. Pendergast and Susan George, which was bad enough. But, what really bothered her, what really shook her so badly she just wanted to lay down and die, was that deep down within her very soul she knew that she had enjoyed it. What was wrong with me today? she wondered. What was wrong?

Dead tired, she staggered into the deserted ladies room. The crotch of her slacks was thoroughly soaked with her own secretions. Fortunately, after applying several hand towels, the dark material served to almost totally mask its damp condition, while the front of her jacket kept it all covered anyway. Of course, to really hide the damp spot she had to wear her slacks high on her hips again, instead of low. Strangely, the idea didn't bother her as much as it once did.

She understood that things were somehow different for her, and did not mind the discomfort. In fact, although she did not recognize it in her emotionally spent condition, she did not mind the contact of stimulating material on her vulva at all, now. Her actions with Ms. Pendergast and Susan George kept worrying her. How could this have happened? her dazed and tired mind kept asking as she was drying herself off. When she felt she was finally presentable, she dressed, left her stall, and went to one of the sinks. As she carefully washed her hands, she looked longingly at the empty couch located against the far wall. Such a lovely couch, she thought.

In the mirror above the sink, she could see that her eyes were barely open. The clock on the wall had three hours until the conference. Just enough time for a decent nap, she thought. I must do this, otherwise, I'll never make it.

She wanted to lock the door to the restroom, but what was everyone else supposed to do in the meantime? Never mind, she thought. What could happen in here? she reasoned as she gratefully laid down. It's the safest place in the building.

She wondered briefly if it might be better if she undressed first, but decided against it. Better not press my luck, she thought.

In a moment, Carolyn was fast asleep.

*****

Carolyn awoke feeling breathless, yet somehow satisfied and very refreshed. "My God! What a dream," she said. It was so vivid! She stayed quiet for a moment, trying to remember the dream's details before they were forgotten. She must have been in the 'Wizard of Oz,' because she could distinctly remember a woman's voice cackling and saying, "I've got you now, my pretty!" What an odd thing to dream, being molested by the Wicked Witch of the West!

As she laid there, she sensed a slight breeze blowing across her body and felt surprisingly cool. With a sinking feeling, she looked down at herself and groaned. There she was again, in a condition which was becoming disturbingly familiar for her: naked, covered in sweat, her vagina quietly pulsating, and her pubic hairs and inner thighs positively soaked with fluids. Her suit at least was folded over the couch back, thank God. At least that was still here.

"I wonder if other girls ever have this problem?" she asked the room. Lately she repeatedly was waking up naked in strange places!

"Maybe I should bow to the inevitable and just sleep in the nude from now on," she thought. "I keep ending up that way."

She disgustedly got up off the couch and went naked over to the sinks. She took a hand towel from the rack (no paper towels in this firm's restrooms!) and, after dampening it thoroughly, began a quick wash. She looked in the mirror and suddenly froze.

"Oh, hell. Not again!" she moaned as she realized what she was doing. For the second time in 24 hours, here she was, completely naked in a restroom! Grabbing her clothes and a few towels, Carolyn dashed into a stall, locking the door behind her.

"Just what is going on, anyway?" she wondered as she hung up her clothes on the stall's clothes hook. For thirty years she had held her body under a tight, absolute control. Suddenly, everything had changed. Her body was rapidly becoming something beyond her understanding, something even beyond her control. What was causing this? Sun spots? A beginning form of sex madness? Not enough chocolate in her diet?

Oh, my! Since it just started happening to her, perhaps it had something to do with an early form of menopause? Ugh! What a thought!

"Let's not get carried away here," she said firmly.

Of course she knew what had happened to her. It was quite simple, really. She just didn't want to face it, that's all. She had done the same thing last night at Tamiko's apartment, dreaming of glowing sex and thinking it was so very real, because it was what she supposedly really wanted. It was an idea that Carolyn was not totally sold on, but the alternative was so unthinkable she just had to believe it! If it wasn't a dream, then the only other answer was that she had been actually. actually used by people! Sexually used!

"My, God!" she thought. It scared her just thinking about it. It had to be a dream, she knew, it just had to! Didn't it?

All the same, she knew she was becoming greatly affected by people's behavior, always seeing sex where it wasn't. Any kind of innocent act by someone toward her was now construed by her as some direct assault on her person. Even people passing her in the narrow corridors between the cubicles was causing a reaction within her! Regardless of what or were the handling of her person occurred, her body would responded almost eagerly to each presumed touch and caress.

It seemed she couldn't even sit in chairs any more without risking an uncontrolled climax. And as for any type of medical examination-- forget it! She shuddered as she remembered what happened so recently in Ms. Pendergast's office. My, God! The woman was only trying to help her and she responded sexually to a simple check-up. No more, she thought, no more check-ups!

The secret knowledge that she enjoyed it was only dimly recognized by her conscious, the idea was so totally beyond all her comprehension and upbringing. The fact that these dreams kept happening disturbed her greatly. Did this mean that she actually wanted such things to happen to her? she asked herself as she got dressed again.

"I don't believe it," Carolyn said loudly, to scare away any chance that it could possibly even partly be true.

Either way, at least this time she had the good sense to remove her clothes first, although she didn't really remember doing so.

It was a good thing Tamiko had been able to explained it all to her, about her strange sex dreams and what they implied. Otherwise she wouldn't have known what to do! She would certainly have felt the need to loge a complaint with the firm about this latest presumed violation of her person. "But against who, though?" she thought, chuckling. "The Invisible Man?"

Speaking of missing persons, just where were Tamiko and her clothes, anyway?

After leaving the restroom, Carolyn returned directly to the sanctuary of her desk. No one can bother me there, she thought smugly. Should have thought of this before.

When she returned to her corner, Carolyn found a familiar blond figure seated behind her desk and going through her drawers. A neat package was laying on the center of her desk.

"Tiffany! What are you doing here?," Carolyn said, a little breathlessly. The unexpected sight of Tiffany Goodbody had returned Carolyn to last night and Tiffany's initiation ceremony. Her knees weak, she had to shake her head to clear her mind of the torrent of sensual images and sensations which suddenly flooded her being. Carolyn was shocked to realize that foremost in her mind was the burning image of a nude Tiffany, draped on a couch, her firm tanned flesh glowing in the candle light.

"How can the mere sight of this beautiful, empty headed all-American teenage girl have such an effect on me?" she asked herself as she went behind her desk to greet her trainee. And to get her chair back!

"Hi!" said the golden 18-year old girl, as she calmly continued her inspection of Carolyn's desk. "Tamiko asked me to give you this package. She said you'd know what it was."

"Thank you," Carolyn said primly, as she eagerly picked up the package.

Carolyn wasn't very happy about the way Tiffany was going through her things. That girl had a bad habit of forgetting her place; but, in her joy at finally being able to be fully dressed again, Carolyn was willing to overlook it, this time.

She opened the bundle and found just her blouse and scarf, both neatly folded after being cleaned and pressed.

"Where is the rest?" Carolyn asked, careful not to reveal her extreme disappointment.

"That's all she gave me. Something's missing?"

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact. My. my pa. Well, some of my clothes aren't here," Carolyn said, blushing at the thought of her current state of undress. "You know, like my belt and things. I really need them." She couldn't tell this child that she didn't have on any underwear at all, and how it felt so funny, so deliciously naughty going around the office all day without them.

"Oh. You don't say? Well, I helped Tamiko look for your stuff this morning and these were all we could find. You had clothes scattered everywhere, by the way. What were you thinking of last night, anyway?"

"Uh, last night?" Carolyn hadn't the faintest idea what she was thinking last night, even the parts she could remember. "Look, Tiffany," Carolyn said, trying to change the subject, "you need to get back to Tamiko for me and find out what happened to my things. I could really use them. A blouse and scarf just isn't going to be enough!"

"Enough for what?" Tiffany asked mischievously, knowing full well exactly how Carolyn was dressed today. Everyone else seemed to be having some fun with this stuck-up Greek bitch today, she thought. Why couldn't she?

"It's really none of your business," Carolyn replied nervously. She couldn't know the truth about her clothes, could she? "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go to the ladies room and change," Carolyn said as she unfolded her blouse on the desk.

"Oh, you can do that right here," Tiffany said as she stood up and moved directly in front of the perplexed Carolyn.

Carolyn's jacket buttons seemed to spring open at the touch of Tiffany's lightning hands. Carolyn and Tiffany were both startled when they looked down and suddenly discovered Carolyn's uncovered breasts, nipples hard as bullets, framed by the open jacket and thrusting proudly into the chilled air of the brightly lighted office.

"Cool!" breathed Tiffany.

"Tiffany! What are you doing?" Carolyn gasped as she spun around, holding the unbuttoned sides of her jacket closed over her chest. "Not here! I must go to the ladies room to do this!"

"That's what you think," said Tiffany softly, as Carolyn felt her hands on her waist. Suddenly there was a sound behind them and Carolyn felt Tiffany's hands disappear. She quickly rebuttoned her jacket, then turned around, not knowing what to expect.

Tiffany had vanished! Instead of seeing the teenager, standing in front of her desk was the head of the firm, Mr. Samuel Winston Spencer III, and the firm's most senior partner, old Mr. Brandon.

"Is this a bad time?" Mr. Spencer asked the flushed Carolyn.

"No, sir. What can I do for you?"

"Please sit down, Miss Lord. There's something we'd like to discuss in private with you."

"Of course, sir," Carolyn said as she reached for her chair.

"It concerns your preparations for the conference. This is strictly informal, so take it easy. We can do this another time if you are busy."

"It's no bother, sir. Perhaps we could go to your office, if that would be more comfortable for you."

"Nonsense. This is just fine. Now, sit down, Carolyn." he said, pulling up a chair in front of her desk.

Carolyn sat, but as she pulled her chair up to the desk, she jumped slightly as the startled Carolyn felt something brush against her left leg! The silly teenager must have ducked under and was now located in the knee pocket underneath her desk. "What the hell could she be doing down there?" the frazzled Carolyn wondered as she listened with less and less concentration to Mr. Spencer talk about the conference.

As Spencer continued to talk, Carolyn felt a sharp tug on her jacket. Casting a quick look down, she saw with horror that a small pair of hands was unbuttoning her jacket from the bottom up. Quickly, she rolled her chair closer to the desk, and pulled out the keyboard shelf, pushing her stomach as far into the shelf as it would go. "That should stop the stupid bitch!" she hoped. What else could she do down there?

She tried to kick Tiffany under the desk, but only had her pumps taken off her feet for her efforts.

Mr. Spencer droned on. Carolyn felt her knees being separated, and something big moving between her widespread thighs. She felt fingers move along her upper thighs to her waist underneath her jacket. When Carolyn felt the fingers start to work on the fastener of her slacks, she began to become very worried. "She wouldn't dare open them," thought the furious Carolyn. "Not with Mr. Spencer right here."

When her waistband was loosened, her confused mind was at a loss of what to do about it. The two most important individuals in the firm were right in front of her, and that damn Tiffany kept playing stupid games with her clothes!

The shocked woman next heard the faint but quick sound of a zipper being opened. "I don't think they noticed, Thank God!" she thought. "Still, why are they looking at me that way?"

All thought of her employers' strange behavior fled when Carolyn felt her slacks slowly being tugged down on both sides of her hips. "What is she up to this time?" she wondered. "She can't get them off while I'm sitting on them", she thought confidently. For insurance, she eased her hands off of the desk and held onto her slacks.

In Tiffany's efforts to remove Carolyn's slacks, the woman felt as if her whole body was being dragged under the desk. Carolyn tried to press her hips as hard as possible into the soft chair but it wasn't working. Her slacks went up and down as she engaged in a terrible battle with Tiffany for them. Even with all her efforts, the despairing Carolyn still felt her slacks being pulled very slowly but surely down her hips!

Meanwhile, both Mr. Spencer and Mr. Brandon were wondering just what in hell had gotten into the normally cool and collected Miss Lord today. Samuel Spencer was worried about the performance of one of his star employees on a very crucial day for the firm. She was obviously nervous as hell about something. Better cut this foolish talk short and let her relax a bit before the conference. "Just so long as everyone is ready for the conference, that is all that matters to me today," he thought. "And to hell with anything else!"

John Brandon was also concerned, but for different reasons. His semi-senile mind churned with thoughts of wine, fireplaces, and bedrooms. Carolyn Lord had showed up to work at the firm today with those fantastic tits of hers, the ones he had been fantasizing about for years, practically hanging out. In the five years that she has been with the firm, never-- but never-- has she ever dressed like that! Now, she's jerking and squirming like crazy woman in her seat, making her delectable breasts do a veritable dance on her barely covered chest. "I've never seen her so jumpy or her face so flushed," Brandon thought. It was almost like something was happening to her underneath the desk.

"Are you all right? You seem a little distracted just now," inquired Mr. Spencer politely.

"Oh, yes. I feel quite fine," Carolyn lied as she continued her secret and silent battle with Tiffany to save her slacks. "Just concerned about making it all go right for the conference this afternoon."

"Good. Does your chair need replacing? You seem to be squirming a lot."

"Sorry. The chair is fine. I am fine. I probably just had a little too much coffee this morning. Was there anything else?"

"I see. I understand you had an accident coming to work this morning, which is why you were late. Nothing serious, I trust?"

"Nothing serious at all. Just spilled some tea, that's all. And here's my blouse, fresh from the cleaners. It was just delivered not five minutes ago."

"Excellent. I was a little surprised at hearing how you were dressed today," he said, trying not to stare too obviously at Carolyn's cleavage. "Especially when you consider how important this potential client is to us, and how valuable your role will be in the process today."

"Thank you. I'll do my best."

"Good! I always knew you wouldn't let us down. Ms. Pendergast was concerned about you for some reason and insisted that we come back here and have this talk with you," Mr. Spencer said as he stood up to leave. "Strange. Must be the strain has gotten everyone a little buggy today."

"That could very well be true, Mr. Spencer. I've been a little nervous myself, lately."

"I can believe that. Perhaps some pay raises and promotions spread around the firm will ease the pain a bit, if this works of course. Especially for you, Miss Lord."

"Oh, my! Thank you!" Carolyn gasped, bringing her hands away from her hips and placing them on the desk as she raised herself off of her seat. In her excitement to properly thank Mr. Spencer, she utterly forgot about Tiffany. Tiffany used the opportunity to quickly pull the opened slacks further down Carolyn's hips.

"Oh!" Carolyn gasped, blushing, as she quickly sat back down again.

"OH!" Carolyn cried again as her vulva came into contact with Tiffany's right hand, which she had quickly forced down the open front of Carolyn's slacks.

"No, no. Don't get up," said Spencer as he reached across the desk to take her right hand in both of his. "I can tell you're very excited about it, and that's good. I'd like to see a lot more of that kind of enthusiasm around here."