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Part I
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 her 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 strait 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
evaluator 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'll 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!
However, Tiffany, Carolyn noted 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. Perhapse there was more to this girl then
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."
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) who's 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.
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 seems to have
shrunk, she thought. 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
just 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 recrossing 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!