She was filled with a sense of great excitement and she was not able to sleep. She got out of bed at four in the morning and got herself a glass of milk from the kitchen. That did nothing for her. Nothing at all.
A tingling excitement throbbed and squirmed in her loins and she knew that she was afraid of Helene Lorison. But, she did not know why.
In the morning, she would start her new job as Helene Lorison's assistant. How she got the job was still a source of bafflement to her.
Helene Lorison was a beautiful blonde goddess, famous as the advertising genius who had done wonders for the Modern Marts, a chain of department stores. She had her offices in the penthouse atop the Beverly Hills store and Carol Kemp, petite blonde bombshell, awake in her own little apartment, would become her new assistant in just a few hours.
She wondered if Woody Ames, one of her friends, had helped. Woody's father was a vice president in the chain and he had talked to Helene Lorison for Carol.
But she suspected that she had gotten the job because she was good at her work; her resume had impressed the lovely blonde merchandising genius and they had had a very remarkable interview.
Just thinking about Helene Lorison turned her on fiercely and that thought worried her.
She wandered into the bathroom and stood looked at herself in the long wide mirror. Her pajamas had the worn, comfortable look of a favored pair. She noticed that her high, firm breasts were poking their noses upward, making twin tents on her chest.
She opened the top of her nightclothes actually enjoying the sight of her bare breasts. Her hands cupped them, caressed them with a lover's ardor and skill. The nipples were sticking out, a deep blushing pink, she could feel the tingling, heady sensations of a thriving lust within them.
A sigh escaped her as she pushed her pants down and exposed the svelte beauty of her hips, the delicately clefted folds of excited flesh between her legs. She put her palm against the flaxen curls and her fingertip probed with experience, skill, and then she was shivering and gasping in a time of delicious bliss. She was very wet, very much in need.
She slid down onto the bright-red carpeting, her back against the tub, her legs stretched out in front of her, the floor to ceiling mirrored wall reflecting the beauty of her naked body, the rose petal folds of tiny pink lips and the deep red of her nail polish as she began the slow, earnest manipulations that would bring on the savage, deep convulsions of utter bliss.
She watched her lovely legs as they shifted and worked against the bright crimson floor. She shivered and shook and held her breath, thrusting her pert little breasts outward into exceptional prominence. Once orgasm began, she removed her fingers and used her hands to squeeze and hurt the lovely young flesh of her breasts. And, as orgasmed ecstasy soared and raced in her, she hurt her flesh with her callous fingers, her sharp nails and then she was whimpering, moaning as ecstasy gave way to complete release, and she lost all contact with reality for a time and huddled, spent, sobbing, weeping as the last vestiges of a spectacular series of orgasms diminished and left her in a state of exhaustion.
The knowledge that she was unusual insofar as her ability to achieve a state of sustained and protracted sexual ecstasy had come to her attention when she was still very young. Now, she looked to be fifteen, perhaps, certainly no more, but she was actually twenty-two and her body was capable of enjoying the delicious frenzies that matured glands and organs could furnish for her.
And, once she knew what she was really like, she took advantage of her capacity for pleasure. Often.
When she regained her usual calm, she went back to bed and slept the sleep of the exhausted.
She dressed carefully for her first day on the job.
While she was brushing her light golden hair in front of her mirror, her big gray eyes stared back at her with an expression of unusual solemnity.
"Woody Ames and his pop must have lots of clout," she told her reflection. "Lots and lots of clout. I don't really think that the great Helene Lorison was eager to get me on her staff. Not eager at all."
She made a face at herself and then laughed. She had a round face, soft, full lips that always seemed to be pouting, and she knew that she was a very cute item.
She stopped admiring herself and got ready to leave for the job. She had a tiny apartment and she kept her little car in the subterranean parking area. She had the top down and a kerchief kept her hair intact as she drove through the beautiful streets of Beverly Hills.
It was a Monday morning in early April and a feeling of extreme well being filled her as she parked her car in the space that now bore her name.
Others were arriving and parking and filing into the elevators that were reserved for personnel, according to the signs on them.
Helene Lorison was already in her office.
Nancy Norman, the pretty little brunette who headed up the motivational research division of the advertising department, was at her desk in the office beside the suite of paneled offices where Helene Lorison reigned.
When she got off of the elevator at the penthouse floor, Nancy Norman looked up from her work and smiled.
Carol decided that she liked Nancy. The girl was very shy, very beautiful and she did not seem to be a person who would run an important division of an advertising department. Carol suspected that Nancy had excellent people helping her.
"Miss Lorison would like to see you as soon as you arrive," she said. "She's waiting for you now."
Carol smiled. "All right," she said. "I won't keen her waiting."
Nancy smiled again. "I'll tell her you're here."
The tiny brunette got up and walked over to the knobless door that had no legend on its facade. She walked through a photo-electric cell arrangement and the door opened. Carol could watch Nancy's progress and estimate when she could not see her any longer.
She had made the same journey last Wednesday when she was brought in for her interview. She had sat in front of the big polished desk while the tall, statuesque blonde beauty examined her credits and her resume. They had some coffee and some talk and Helene explained that she handled all of the advertising and merchandising for the chain of stores right from the offices they were in.
She needed good help and Woody Ames had recommended her very highly and now that they had met, she was very much impressed by Carol's resume and her youthful loveliness.
"I know how old you are, of course," Helene said, glancing at Carol's resume, "but it seems unbelievable. You look so very young. I have an idea that that can be an asset."
Their talk was very pleasant and Helene Lorison finally brought the interview to a close. She promised that Carol would hear from her by the end of the week and Carol went home, very much dazzled by the gorgeous blonde woman who held such an important post in the world of merchandising.
She waited but there was no call. And then, on Saturday night, just when she was sure that she never would hear from Helene Lorison again, her phone rang and it was the blonde lady herself.
"Do forgive me, Carol, please," she said. "There were so many things I had to think about where you are concerned. And, I must admit that I have investigated your background thoroughly. I've talked with your college instructors and the people who hired you since. I hope you will forgive my thoroughness, but I had my reasons."
Carol listened, her heart a dead thing inside her. She knew that she was not going to work in the big department store chain and that was a big disappointment indeed.
"Are you there, Carol?" Helene asked.
"Oh, yes, Miss Lorison," Carol said. "Yes of course."
"I think you'd better learn to call me Helene, if we are going to work together. Can you start for me on Monday morning?"
Carol was so relieved she wept. The tears sprang from her eyes and slid down her cheeks. She was shaking and her hand was cramped around the phone.
"Yes," she said, finally, almost breathlessly. "Oh, yes."
"Come in at nine, please," Helene said, crisply. "After you start, you will come in at ten, but I want a chance to talk with you."
"Yes, Miss Lorison," Carol said.
That was it. Now she was about to go in and talk with Helene Lorison and she was very nervous about the interview. She did not yet know what her job would be.
Nancy came back to her and her smile was warm and friendly.
"You can go right in," Nancy said. "She's waiting for you."
Carol shivered. She stood, her purse clasped in her hands and she was staring at Nancy's blouse. She was not wearing a bra and her little nipples were poking against the front of her blouse, very clearly out-lined. Nancy noticed Carol's interest in her nipples and her face became a very bright shade of pink. Carol smiled at her and Nancy went back to her desk.
Helene was waiting for her, lovely and serene and queen-like in her high backed chair. She smiled at Carol and waved her into the chair in front of the desk.
"Would you like some coffee, Carol?"
Carol's mouth was dry, she was trembling and her lips felt parched and her tongue was useless. She was sure that Helene's beauty dazzled her, made her feel like a clod. She nodded her head, accepting the offer of coffee.
Helene pressed a button on a panel at one corner of her desk. "Bring some coffee things in, please," she said.
A moment later, a tall girl in a white smock brought in a tray filled with coffee things and some danish, too. Carol was grateful for the coffee and when the white coated girl went off, she sat back and took the cigarette that Helene offered her.
"You applied for a job as a motivational analyst," Helene said. "And, you have the qualifications for the job. But, I have another job in mind for you. I hope you will take it."
Carol didn't say anything. She waited, sucking smoke deep into her lungs, holding it, hoping that it would help her the way grass did, but, it just made her dizzy.
"There is a much better job open here, Carol. I need an assistant. Not a gofer like Nancy. A real assistant, a girl who knows what she is doing, a girl who can make decisions. The right decisions. The job you applied for pays about seventeen thou a year. My assistant would draw thirty five with a nice expense account, too. Does a job like that interest you, Carol?"
Carol's head was spinning and Helene seemed to know it. She smiled and picked up her coffee cup.
"It will be hard work, and I will work you half to death, but, I can offer you a career. Do you want the job?"
"Oh, yes," Carol said. "Of course I do."
"There will be strings attached, of course," He lene said. "After all, it is a lot of money for a very young girl, but, I can teach you and train you and I'm sure you will do fine."
"I will try to please you," Carol said. Her words sounded inane to her. "I will try very hard to please you."
"Yes," Helene said, "I'm sure you will."
She sat up straight in her chair and she looked Carol over very carefully. "You have beautiful tits," she said. "I can just about see them from here. From now on, wear a bra in the store. And slacks. We have some beautiful slacks and suits. Go over to the department and select some. Charge them to this department. Clear?"
Carol nodded. She was shivering and she hoped that Helene would not notice. She had been stupid not to wear a bra, but so many girls didn't bother any more.
Helene was just about finished with her. "You are very lovely, Carol," she said, quietly. "That will always be an asset."
Nancy came for her and the little brunette ushered her into her new office. It was a huge room, at least twenty feet square and a pretty girl in tight slacks was her secretary. Nancy introduced them. The girl's name was Claudia Reynolds and she was not at all sure that she and Carol would work together.
"Maybe you will want someone else," Claudia said. She stood, her buttocks against the edge of her desk, her head tilted, her eyes testing, gauging Carol.
"I used to work for Joey Trent but he got his ass fired," Claudia said. "He wasn't really Helene's assistant. He was just a glorified errand boy. He was always saying that he loved to eat cunt, but only if it was his idea. He just didn't want to go down on Helene any time she was in the mood."
"You've got a dirty mouth," Carol said.
The girl shrugged. "You noticed."
"You want the job, you've got it," Carol said. "You don't want it, you don't have to stay. I'm sure we can find work for you in the secretarial pool."
"Fuck that," Claudia said. "If you can put up with me, I can put up with you. I'll try, anyway."
"Thank you," Carol said, gravely. "Thank you very much."
"Sure," Claudia said. "You want I should help you get squared away?"
"If you can shut your dirty fucking mouth long enough," Carol said.
They began working together then and Claudia was a real gem. She knew where everything and everybody was and she knew how to set Carol's office up efficiently. They took time out for a coffee break at ten thirty and Claudia sat on her plump bottom on the floor and sucked on a long cigarette. There were chairs, beautiful, ornate chairs, too pretty to be functional. Carol made a note to get rid of them promptly. She hated things that were not functional.
Nancy wandered in to join them for coffee. She brought hers with her and she smiled at Carol and Claudia and it was a shy smile, begging them to like her.
"You are going to have trouble with Gordon Perry," Claudia said. "He was expecting to get the job you got. But he wasn't built right, I guess. He's got balls. They say Helene is not all that fond of balls. Maybe that's his trouble," Claudia sighed. "If Helene heard me talking the way I do, she would probably fire me. She's never done anything to me, but I feel funny around her. She's always undressing me with her eyes. Maybe if I could lose ten pounds I could hope for more."
A tall slender man with furrowed brow and deep set eyes walked into Carol's office. He did not like her, that was obvious.
Claudia said, "Meet Gordon Perry. Gordon, this is Carol Kemp, Helene's new assistant."
Gordon Perry was wearing a beautiful black suit. His tie was narrow, sedate. A diamond stud brightened its center.
His shirt was a dazzling white and diamonds flashed on both hands. When he lifted his arm to wave at her, Carol noticed a thin gold watch. Mister Gordon Perry was quite something, she decided.
"How do you do?" he said, politely. "I'm sorry to bother you so soon, but I have to have a decision about some new shirts that have just arrived."
Carol had been resting one hip on the edge of the desk. She moved and sat down in her chair behind the desk. She did not like Gordon Perry and he did not like her.
"What do you want a decision about?"
Gordon Perry sat down in one of the fancy chairs and Carol raised her brow at him. Her look suggested that she would ask him to sit if that was what she wanted him to do. His look suggested that she go jump into the sea.
"I've been talking about those shirts to some of the people in the various stores and I would like to put them on sale at a price that would be below our cost. We would clean them out and we could take the loss on paper and make it look lots worse than it would be. I asked Helene about it and she told me to take the matter up with you."
Carol nodded. "I'll look into it," she said. "I'll want to look at the purchase orders, the invoices, our shipping costs and like that. I can't make a decision until I know what I'm doing."
Gordon Perry permitted himself a barely discernable smirk.
"These things must be decided now," he said. "I have people waiting for an answer."
Carol's smile could have dazzled an artic night. "You may tell them that Miss Kemp will look into the matter and decide at some future date. Now, that is all the time I can give you at the moment. I'm sure you have work waiting for you?"
Gordon Perry's face darkened. He got up and went to the doorway. He turned and faced her, an uncertain look on his face.
"If that's the kind of co-operation I can expect around here now," he said, "then I guess we won't get along."
"Gordon," Carol said, levelly, "I'm not sure that we have to get along. You have your job to do and I have mine, and if you fail to do your job, I do believe that my job is to replace you. Should I decide that I need to, I won't waste a moment replacing you. Do keep that in mind, won't you?"
Gordon Perry glared at her. He turned and went off.
Claudia applauded delicately, softly.
"You're almost as mean as me," she said. "Maybe you don't know the words, but you sure know the music."
"I know the words, too," Carol said. "I just don't use them."
"Gordon is not nice," Nancy said quietly. "He will do anything to get even. I know."
They resumed working then and Nancy went back to her desk and Carol began setting up a chain of command that she could work with. She had many people in, so that she could meet and talk with them. She made arrangements to visit some of the other stores and when Helene came in to visit, she was glad for the chance to rest. Helene sat in one of the chairs and applauded Carol's decision to get rid of them.
"Somebody in decorating and furnishings sent them here," she said. "I'll bet they are not salable and somebody wants to look good."
"I'll get rid of them in the morning."
Helene helped herself to a cigarette from the box on Carol's desk. "Think you'll like the job?"
"I'm sure I will like the job."
"Maybe. I'm a slave driver and I demand absolute obedience. I will work you long after the store is closed, very often I will expect you to have dinner with me at my place and we will work there. You will find that I am a harsh taskmaster."
Carol sat back in her chair and it felt good against her shoulders and her head. "What are you trying to tell me, Helene?" she asked. "Are you trying to frighten me?"
The beautiful blonde girl smiled. She tilted her head to one side and gazed into Carol's eyes.
"When I know exactly what I want from you, I'll let you know. I have an idea that anything will be okay."
Carol sat and looked at Helene Lorison and she was not able to speak. She was trembling and a sudden surge of extreme sexual agitation nearly overpowered her. The blonde girl could always do that to her. She supposed that she was awed by Helene's accomplishments and by her simple beauty. She had not done any thinking about the situation but she did know that being around the golden girl of big business turned her on wildly.
Helene Lorison sighed. She stood and Carol admired the lean, flat body in the tailored pantsuit and she turned away and gazed out of the window. She was shaking and she did not know why. Helene looked out of the window, too. There was nothing to see out there, just the blue sky, softened and polluted by the smog. Helene crushed her cigarette out in the ash tray on the desk and she smiled as she started for the door.
"I have great hopes for you, Carol, dear," Helene said. "I am very much impressed by your credentials and your willingness to work hard to hold down a good job. But, I'm sure you know, hard work alone is often not enough. You do know that, don't you?"
Carol nodded like a child learning its lesson in kindergarten.
Helene flashed a smile at her and then she was gone. Carol sat behind the desk, shaking, seething and she could feel the slippery wetness between her legs, the tingling, boiling fever that was raging in her loins.
She went into her private bathroom and used her fingers to bring on a swift, much needed orgasm. Even after that, it took a long time for her to calm down, for serenity to return.
When she was ready to leave, she looked in on Helene and found her still busy behind her desk. She was dictating into a cassette and she smiled and shut off the machine when she saw Carol.
"You're leaving?" she asked.
Carol nodded. "Yes. You're staying late?"
Helene shook her head and the golden hair shifted gently, entrancingly. Her eyes looked to be a brighter shade of green but Carol supposed that it was a trick of lighting.
"I'm just finishing up. Carol, you've never been to my house. One night during the week, I'd like you to come and visit. We will work there many nights and you should know your way around. Do you swim?"
Carol nodded. Helene laughed at her own stupidity.
"That's a silly Question to ask a California girl. I do think I should noint out that I do not like to interfere with a girl's love life, or what she does after store hours, but your job is demanding and there will be many late nights. That's why the money is so good."
Carol smiled. "My love life isn't all that important."
Helene sighed. She sat back in her big chair and smiled at Carol. It was a warm, intimate moment and Carol was sure that Helene was liking her very much at the moment.
"What about money, dear? I mean, I don't mean to pry, but I did want to tell you that you may have an advance if you think you'd like to draw against your salary. Clothes, of course, and other little necessities you simply select and charge to our department. That, of course, is just a little bonus we enjoy. Nancy can tell you all about that. Now, do you want a check?"
Carol nodded. She needed money at the moment. Helene smiled up at her and began writing out a buck slip for the cashier. The amount she wrote was five thousand dollars.
Helene picked up the desk set and spoke into it. She talked to the cashier and explained that she as sending her assistant down to pick up an advance against salary. Please make up the check and have it ready for her. She put the phone down and her smile was warm, twinkling, mocking.
"When I like somebody their life can become quite beautiful. I do like you, Carol."
Helene handed her the buck slip and she shivered as their hands touched. She smiled and went out, trembling, experiencing great difficulty with her breathing.
The girl in the cashier's office had the check for her. She put it in her purse, went out and got into her car and then, as she drove home, she wept, the tears sliding down her cheeks with no attention from her. She could not imagine why she wept.
Her telephone was ringing as she walked in. It was Woody Ames. Her friend. He wanted to know about her job and her day.
He wanted to take her to dinner.
"I'll pick you up in ten," he said. "Then I'll take you out and feed you and then you can feed me. I'll ball you and eat you, not necessarily in that order, but, you'll sleep good."
She laughed at him and felt a hundred per cent better.
"Woody, you fool," she said. "You'll buy?"
"An offer like that a girl can't refuse. Ten minutes."
She hung up on him gently and then dashed for the shower. Just because she wanted to be fresh and dainty and revitalized. She was applying the last of her makeup when he rang the doorbell.
"It's open," she called out.
He walked into the bedroom and stood behind her, grinning at her reflection in the mirror. He put his arms around her and his fingers cupped her hard little breasts. She gasped as his fingers squeezed and she could feel the trickling, squirming responses in her vagina.
"Woody," she said, "quit. I'll be sopping in seconds. Let's go out and eat and then we can come back here and talk."
He took her hand and placed her palm against his fly and she could feel the hard, huge organ standing stiffly against his belly. She made a soft sound of sympathy and quickly undid his fly.
She stood up on her toes and twisted so that she could kiss him on the mouth.
"Poor baby," she said. "How can anyone eat a nice dinner with a thing like that on them. Poor baby. Mama fix."
He held her and kissed her. "I like reciprocity," he said. "We've got time."
"Woody," she protested, "I'm all dressed."
"Peel your pantyhose off and your pants and you can get on top. We'll have dessert first."
She sighed and agreed. She peeled her pantyhose off very carefully and then her panties.
She watched as he got out of his pants and his shorts. His cock had been circumcised and it was standing tight against his belly, a noble instrument, ready, willing. She wished that they could take the time to fuck. She loved to feel Woody's big cock in her depths. There was something deliciously perverse about the sensation because she knew Woody performed splendidly with a cunt, but he would rather have a boy. He couldn't help it, and the degree of preference at this stage of his life was slight. He supposed it would become more pronounced and affect his potency as he grew older. That was what he told her. He said his shrink had told him that. When she asked him if he was making it with the shrink he laughed and nodded.
"Sure," he said. "How else can I get my money's worth?"
Now he moved over to lie down on the bed. Carol unhooked her skirt and then she shucked her blouse, too. She loved the feel of his hands on her dangling breasts when they sixty-nined. He would handle her nipple with his fingertips and cut them with his nails when she was coming. He was very knowledgeable about girl flesh and a good lover when he put his mind to it.
She climbed up onto the bed and straddled his face. He put his hands on her buttocks, and then his tongue was sliding up into her. She shivered. The swift, spasmed convulsions began and she drenched his tongue with her honey. He shivered and then she was touching his randy cock with the tip of her tongue. She wanted to tease him, to thrill him, but her own .appetites overwhelmed her. She slid her mouth down over him and began moving her head up and down while her nails plucked at sensitive flesh. Her tongue teased and caressed, and then suddenly he was flooding her mouth and she could not devour him fast enough. She was coming, too, and as he was using his lips and tongue and hands and nails to turn her lovely crotch into a place of ecstasy, she became lost and delighted in the spreading labyrinths of bliss.
She knew that Woody would come and then recoil, or whatever and then be ready to reward her efforts all over again in a short time. She nestled her face between his thighs and her mouth and tongue went on with their work and he shuddered and shifted his hips in great agitation and she realized that he was licking her clit and she pouring honey into his avid mouth and that was turning him on, forcing him into great frenzies.
She began using her fingertips on the base of his dick, jerking him off while she sucked him, eager for his fruit and as she devoured him again, she wondered, idiotically, what Helene Lorison would think of her if she could see her now.
She could envision Helene standing beside the bed, head tilted to one side, a moue of mock amazement on the lovely face and in the big green eyes, and the thought of such an experience turned her on so fiercely she responded to Woody's educated tongue with astonishing lubricity and he feasted shamelessly, probably unaware of the special treats and abundances he was enjoying.
It was a long time before they were ready for dinner A very long time.
TWO
They went to one of the all night restaurants and ate a good dinner. Later they sat in a dim booth and sipped coffee and smoked and enjoyed the simple luxury of silence.
Carol sat back against the cushions and looked at Woody. She was smiling at him and he was smiling at her. He was good for a girl, especially when she was uptight and needed attention.
She remembered the party he had taken her to and the nice time she had there. It was a party being held in one of the hilltop houses and there were many famous names there. Woody's family's wealth gave him entre into the show business crowd and she met many TV stars and movie people and she did fine in the pool.
Several of the famous stars she met tried to seduce her but she was not in the mood for lesbian love-making. Woody was man enough for a dozen girls, he said, and she was willing to believe him.
He balled her in one of the unused bedrooms and then they swam for a while and she got to meet Sham Brody, currently starring in a TV series that was always in the top ten. Sham was a nice looking guy and he liked Carol. He liked her very much. He liked her too much, maybe.
She was in the pool, watching a bright young starlet wandering around in the altogether. The girl had beautiful breasts with pale pink rosettes and tiny pink nipples. She was a smoothie, one of those who shaved the pubic hair and kept the region baby smooth with the new depilatories. She looked like a spoiled little girl and she was not getting the attention she hoped for, it seemed.
As the party wore on, other girls shucked their swim suits and got into the pool naked. Many of them stood in the water while handy males impaled them on ambitious cocks and they polluted the pool with their spendings.
Woody impaled her, too, so Carol did not worry about it too much. She liked Woody and she had been very eager to talk to him about getting her a job at the Modern Mart Stores. Someone had told her that his father was a big wheel on the board and all, and the way he liked cunt, Woody could be very helpful. So she asked him. Ho promised he would talk to his father and the old man would talk to Helene Lorison who ran the advertising end of things in the stores. It would be easy.
The party got to be a bit rougher and the bedrooms were all being used. Some didn't even bother. They lay in each other's arms, naked and comfortable in the warmth of the night and when the forces of their own passions dictated, they made love wherever they happened to be. Girls mated with girls, boys mated with boys, and the heteros mated too. It was all very informal and delightful.
And then Woody asked her if she would ball Sham Brody.
"He's gung ho for you, Carol," Woody said. "And he's a nice guy. The way you love cock, I thought it would be okay."
Carol felt funny about it. "I don't know him that good," she said. "I mean. You know."
Wood stared at her, up to his tits in water. "Would you feel better if I was along?"
Carol smiled. "A trio? Sure. Why not."
Woody brought Sham over to her so that they could get better acquainted and Sham started putting his hands on her boobs in public and Carol had to push him off. He apologized and said he hadn't meant to offend her, he just liked her and thought she was very lovely. He just couldn't keep his hands off of her.
Woody was scouting a bedroom for them and he did better than he expected. He came back to them with a key dangling from a chain around his neck. His trunks were dry and Carol could see the outline of his erection behind the silk of his suit. She smiled and looked at Sham Brody. He was ready too.
"I lucked out," Woody said. "I asked Collie about a bed and he told me that the place was full up. Even he couldn't get a spot and he owns the joint. Then he gave me the key. He said it goes to the bomb shelter. He told me how to find the place and all and he said that we could use it as long as we liked."
The bomb shelter was at the far end of terraced gardens. They walked down a curving pathway of cement and when Woody went over to the front of a monument she was alarmed. She thought sure he was going to piss all over it, but he didn't. He used his key to open the front of the monument and they filed into a small elevator car. It was about as big as a telephone booth, but they managed all right. Woody found the button and pressed it and they began sliding downward. After a while, the car stopped and they were in a place of stygian blackness. Woody found a switch and used it and Carol gasped when she saw the beauty of the foyer.
It was paneled and there were plants all over, very pretty and colorful furniture. The carpeting was a bright orange. Woody explained about things as they went along.
It was actually a three room apartment, beautifully furnished, decorated and well stocked with everything imaginable.
"Collie says it was built during the shelter craze a few years back and he uses it when he wants to hide out. It is really quite a plush pad."
The way Woody was talking made her nervous. She had the awful feeling that Sham Brody and
Woody Ames intended to keep her a prisoner in the subterranean apartment. That worried her.
Her fears were needless. As soon as they got to the bedroom, Sham Brody grabbed her and his hands began caressing her bared skin and then he eased her halter off and he sucked her breasts while his fingers peeled her bikini pants off. He began handling her sexual folds with fingers that hurt and, oddly, that turned her on. And when Sham mounted her and rammed his huge cock into her, she was ablaze with passions and she was as eager as he was.
Woody was on the bed with them and she twisted her head to one side and his bare cock was there and she was in rapture and she opened her mouth and he shoved his cock into it and then they became very busy with each other and it was a time of great pleasure for all of them.
They kept at it for hours, trying everything and anything and they finally slept.
She woke and the lights were on and she sat up and got a cigarette lit. Then she sat and watched Sham and Woody as they enjoyed each other, wrapped up in a blissful sixty nine. They were in a different world, on another plane, and she watched and wondered about their obvious delight with each other. When it became clear that they were done with her, she got up and put her swim suit on again. She found her way back to civilization with little effort. She never did ask how long Sham and Woody stayed in the plushly furnished bunker. She went home and forgot about them. At another time, Woody told her how it was with him.
She did have to admit, while he was interested in cunt, he sure did perform beautifully.
The waitress kept filling her coffee cup and Woody's too and they sat, resting, recuperating in the darkened booth and after a while she began talking about her new job. And Helene Lorison.
"She'll turn you into a slave if you let her," Woody said.
Carol smiled. "That's what she said. I think she means it."
"She does. You haven't been to her house yet, but she has a beautiful house out in the Hollywood Hills. And I've heard some stories about her. She is said to have a playroom that is really out of this world. And she has whips and thongs and fancy furniture and all kinds of gadgets. She spends a fortune on sex and its tools. She is quite a girl."
Carol listened to him and she was suddenly extremely excited and she could feel the wetness between her legs, the warm slipperiness that always happened for her when she was especially aroused.
"How do you know so much about Helene Lorison?"
Woody shrugged. "I've got a lot of kinky friends. Some of them have been to Helene's house and some of them have friends who served an apprenticeship with Helene. Wait till she gets at you. You'll do your job and do it well and she'll pay you lots of money for good work. And she will teach you and train you and then seduce you. And you will do any damned thing she wants you to do. She knew what type you were when she first interviewed you. She is a very brilliant girl and a beautiful girl. I'd like to spend some time with her myself."
"Maybe I can arrange it for you," Carol said, sarcastically.
"I'll let you know when," he said, grinning. "Let's split. I've got a hard-on. Just talking about Helene Lorison gets me up. I don't know why, but that's the way it is."
Carol smiled at him sympathetically. She did not say anything, but she was sure that Woody had brought something to her attention, something that she had not known about. She realized that talking about Helene Lorison, or to her, excited her beyond the ordinary. She would have to think about it and find out why it was so. She sat and looked at Woody and he was good to look at. He was a tall, slender young man, a graduate of the best schools and when he got around to it he was going to look into something and see if he couldn't decide upon a career for himself. She had heard him talk about his plans often. She hoped that her career was well on its way.
They left the restaurant and went back to her place and Woody wanted to stay the night but she would not let him. She let him ball her again and then she chased him.
She showered and climbed into bed and thought about Helene Lorison. She would be seeing her again very soon. Almost as soon as she woke. She tried to think about the things Woody had said about Helene but she was just too weary to keep her head going. She fell asleep instead.
She had breakfast with Helene in her office and they laid out an ambitious program of hard work, designed to educate Carol and initiate her into the important nuances of her job.
For two straight weeks, she worked like an animal but she realized that she had gotten herself insinuated into the job and those who worked for her or with her, were beginning to get used to her. Gordon Perry was always troublesome and he was always bothering her about unnecessary things.
He came into her office on a Friday afternoon after she had spent her two weeks of hard work and he sat down in one of the new chairs and he began badgering her about a problem he had, supposedly, with some damaged stock. He wanted permission to put the material on sale and to advertise the items as seconds. He was pestering her for permission to go ahead with what he had in mind. It was too much like a little boy asking if he could go to the toilet.
"Gordon," Carol said, smiling sweetly, "I'm tired. I'm beat. I've had a couple of-weeks you wouldn't believe, and now you want to bother me about this foolishness."
Gordon looked hurt. "I just want you to decide."
Carol sighed. She sat back and stared at him, hating him.
"Helene and I were talking about you this morning," Carol said. "You hold down a very important job here, Gordon. We are very worried about your decision making abilities. I'm sure that Helene would regard this sort of thing as further evidence of your inability to function properly. Perhaps the time has come to replace you."
Gordon helped himself to a cigarette on her desk and she watched and mentally gave him another demerit.
"You can't fire me," he said. "That you cannot do."
Carol moved forward. She pressed a button on her talk box and Helene answered her promptly. "Yes?" she said.
Carol said, "Gordon is in here, bugging me. He tells me that I can't fire him. Is that so?"
Helene spoke directly to Gordon Perry.
"If Carol decides to fire you, Gordon," she said, "you will simply have to pick up your check and go. Is that clear?"
Carol felt a strange, exquisite thrill as Gordon Perry shivered. She knew that she had achieved complete mastery over Gordon Perry. He stood and carried the cigarette he had usurped with him as he left. Carol smiled to herself and she went back to her work.
Helene came into her office and they talked. Helene looked tired and serenely beautiful. Carol reached for a cigarette and Helene reached out and caught her hand. She held it, looking at the palm. She turned it over and looked at the back of it, too. She smiled at Carol.
"You have beautiful little hands, Carol," Helene said.
The back of Carol's hand was against Helene's palm and her long, sharply pointed nails were against Carol's fleshy pads. Helene was smiling at her in a strange way as she dug her nails into the soft flesh and Carol whimpered in sudden pain. She did not attempt to withdraw her hand and Helene was looking at her with the odd, intent stare. She pressed her nails deeper and Carol felt the tears seeping out. Helene watched them, too. Carol was shaking suddenly, inexplicably turned on, virtually disintegrated, her defenses in a shambles, her loins raging fiercely with a new and wilder sensation and she was remembering a time when she was very young and others had hurt her and she had known exceptional bliss. She had almost forgotten.
Helene's mocking smile swept away the last traces of her pretenses and she knew it and Helene knew it. She was coming in her pants, steadily, beautifully.
'You see, my dear," Helene said softly, "I do know about you. And, I do need you. I need you in many ways. You do want to be my adoring, obedient slave, don't you, Carol?"
Helene's nails were like needles in her palm and she was pressing ever harder. Carol nodded her head. She was too strung out to talk.
Helene held on to her hand but her attitude changed.
Crisply, she said, "Wipe your tears away and then go home. You are going to spend the week end at my place. I think it is time that you got to know what I'm really like. Don't bother to pack a bag. You won't need anything. Clear?"
They were staring into each other's eyes, fascinated with the sensuality of the moment. Helene caressed the palm she had hurt and her smile became warm and friendly.
"You know what I will do to you, Carol," she said, quietly, "don't you?"
Carol nodded, as helpless as the snake in the face of music.
"I will hurt you, Carol," Helene said. "I will make you feel pain and I will humiliate you and abuse you, but that is what you want me to do, isn't it?"
Carol was unable to answer. A sob escaped her and she wept.
Helene went around the desk so that she could hold Carol's head against her tailored slacks.
"Poor baby," she said, softly. "Now, stop your tears and go and freshen up and go home. Be at my house at seven. You know where it is. We will have dinner together and then we will get to know each other better. You'll like that, won't you, dear?"
Shockingly, Carol nodded. Helene caressed the top of her head and then she went back to her own office. Carol streaked for her private bathroom and she used her fingers to induce several intense orgasms and they were shamelessly intensified by her newly discovered proclivity for pain.
She freshened up and then left the building.
She drove home, shivering and shaking, her mind filled with recollections and scenes that she had not thought about in years. When she remembered some of the things that she and her friends had done, her face burned and her skin prickled and her loins seethed with pent up excitements.
A police car swung in behind her on the boulevard and she was glad. Her mind shifted and made sure that she did nothing to cause the cop car to flash its lights and develop an interest in her. The cop car swung off a bit later and she kept her mind clear until she got home.
It was a little after three when she got home. The apartment was quiet and she went into her bedroom and began taking off her clothes. Her breasts were tingling and burning and her nipples were alive with sensations and she wanted to enjoy them.
When she was naked, she stretched out on the sheet and flexed her legs. Her brain was swirling and flaking out on her and that was unusual. She slid her hand under the mattress and got out the vibrator that Woody had given her. She loved using it in her vagina and in her asshole, too. She liked to shove it in and turn it on and while it quivered and throbbed in her cunt, she would smoke a lid of grass and when she was ready for the exaggerated ecstasies that she could manage then, she would use her fingertip against her supersensitive clit and enjoy an orgasm that was far out of this world.
She got out a lid and got it going and sucked the smoke deep into her lungs. She held it, waiting for the effects to hit. Then she went on with the whole procedure.
She spent an hour or more at her task and she enjoyed every second of it.
Her brain was playing tricks on her. She was a child again and she was reliving the lovely incidents that she had enjoyed with Sharon Gorman and her brother Kevin and she had not thought about them in years.
She had lived in the country with her parents when she was eleven, twelve, and thirteen and her father had tried to make a go at farming. Her mother worked in town and her father did, too, and they worked the farm in their spare time. Carol was often alone.
And then she met the kids next door and got to be friends with them. Sharon was a little blonde beauty, a year older than Carol. Her brother was a nice looking young boy, with a tendency toward plumpness. It seemed to Carol that Sharon and her brother were very close and they got to talking with her on the school bus and she thought Sharon was so pretty and Sharon thought she was so pretty and they became friends very quickly.
Sharon and Kevin were alone much of the time, too. The first time Carol asked if she could visit with the kids next door, her mother seemed glad to let her go. Then she got into the habit of going to their house from the school bus instead of coming home. She would go to Sharon's house and stay until six. Then she would walk home and get ready for her supper.
She became much too fond of Sharon and her good looking brother, she knew. Sharon was an imperious little princess in her own home and she treated Kevin like her willing slave.
One afternoon, a Saturday, Carol was visiting and Sharon was washing dishes in the kitchen sink. She turned to tell Kevin to hurry with his lunch so that he could help her with the dusting. Kevin said that he was not going to dust. That was sissy work.
Sharon turned to look at him and Carol saw the raw, cold brutality in Sharon's beautiful blue eyes and she shivered. The pretty little blonde went close to her brother. Her hand flashed and Carol could still hear the awful, sharp sound as Sharon's palm struck Kevin's face and the blow knocked him from his chair. He was bigger and heavier than Sharon, but he didn't try to hit back. He huddled on the floor, looking up fearfully at Sharon. She was so angry her nostrils were flaring and her chest was heaving. It amazed Carol to see that Kevin was crying.
"Get up," Sharon said. "You do as you are told to do. And hurry. That's all for now, but, later I am going to punish you severely for talking back to me. Now move."
Kevin obeyed her, obviously terrified. Sharon turned then to look at Carol. Her smile and her knowing look seemed to penetrate right through Carol's brain. She was excited, the warm, slippery juices running in her loins like sap on a warm day.
"Kevin is going to get his ass whipped, but good," Sharon said. "Would you like to stay and watch him get it?"
Carol was shivering and her face felt stiff and unworkable. And she was so sexually agitated she could not think straight. Still, she assumed that Kevin was going to be spanked or punished by his pint sized sister and there was something intensely exciting about the thought.
Kevin was working in the living room by the time Carol was able to talk. Sharon was watching her and she was anxious to make certain that Sharon never knew how deeply she had been stirred by watching Kevin being abused.
"Well?" Sharon asked, her eyes twinkling. "You want to stay or not?"
"Well, all right," Carol said, shakily. "Well, sure, I guess. I'll stay. Won't he mind? I mean won't he get mad if a girl hangs around and watches him getting punished?"
Sharon made a soft, snorting sound. "If he gets mad, he gets hit worse. I don't let him get mad about anything."
Carol did not understand what the situation was. "Won't he tell your mother?"
Sharon giggled and it was an odd sound coming from her.
"He did that just once. My mother told him right in front of me that he was to obey me and without protest, or she would step in and give him something to really worry about. Since then, we did fine for ourselves. He knows that he is going to get punished, but he loves it now. There is something in him that makes him like being punished by a girl. I do awful things to him and he likes it. And I do, too."
Carol was shivering again and she didn't know why.
"Maybe I'll punish you, too," Sharon said, smiling. "Maybe you are like Kevin. I like to hurt people and I like to do lots of things. We can have lots of fun if you want to hang around."
Carol sat down in one of the chairs at the kitchen table. She couldn't stop looking at Sharon. She was a very pretty girl and all of the boys in school were after her but she didn't fool with anyone at all. At school she was Goody Two Shoes. At home she was a real terror.
Carol was in bad shape, coming constantly, wetting herself with quick, nervous spasms of liquid spillings. She wanted to say that she had better go home but with Sharon staring into her eyes, smiling derisively at her, she couldn't say a word.
Sharon straightened up and her little boobs stuck out and poked at the front of the shirt she was wearing. Carol had pretty little boobs too, but they were not yet as big as Sharon's. She envied her in many ways. She envied her her pretty titties, she knew.
She remembered that they had gone to the lake one day with some of the other kids and she could remember how pretty the rest of Sharon was, too.
"Well," Sharon demanded, "you going to stay and enjoy yourself or are you going to run home before you find out what it's all about?" Carol nodded. "I'll stay," she said.
Sharon smiled at her, liking her. Then Sharon called her father at work and found out that he and her mother were going" to stay in town and see a movie and eat out. Sharon put the phone into its prong and her smile was sparkling with gleefulness.
Sharon crooked her finger at Carol and they went into the living room. Kevin was very busy with the feather duster. Sharon opened a drawer in the coffee table and got out cigarettes. She lit one and offered one to Carol. She shook her head.
"Kevin," Sharon said, "you've made me very angry. Go to your room and prepare to be punished. I've invited Carol to stay and watch. Now, go. Don't make me any angrier."
Kevin glanced at Carol and his face was red but he did not say a word. He went off to his room and Sharon went around the house locking the doors.
"We are going to have lots of fun," she said. "Once I lock the door you have to stay until I say you can go, and you have to obey me no matter what I tell you to do. Clear?"
Carol nodded her head, still too sexually stirred to talk.
She was committed and she knew it. Sharon led the way toward the bedrooms and she was right behind Sharon when they entered Kevin's room.
He was standing beside his bed, stark naked, his hands covering his sexual organs. Sharon walked close to him, her hand flashed out and she hurt his face with the power of her blow.
"You know better than that, Kevin," Sharon said. "Take your hands away."
He obeyed her, weeping and Carol stared at his stiff cock and the balls beneath. He had no pubic hair, yet he was old enough to have hair, she knew. Sharon told him to stand there and wait until she was ready to punish him.
She went into her own room and when she returned she was carrying a crude cat o' nine tails, fashioned from a piece of broom handle and rawhide laces. The ends of the rawhide laces were knotted. Sharon raised her hand and brought the whip down and its strands struck Kevin's stiffened cock and he cried out in pain. She hit him again and he whimpered but he did not cry out again.
Sharon told him to assume the position and he knelt, his torso on the bed, his buttocks round and plump and creamy looking. Sharon put her hands on them, then she caressed his balls with her warm palm, then she reached under him to handle his cock. She glanced at Carol and smiled.
Carol was weeping, shaken and fiercely agitated by the sexuality of the scene. She was flowing heavily, experiencing one delicious orgasm after the other and she ached with a need to feel the harsh kiss of the lashes on her own sweet flesh.
Sharon stood up and then she began whipping the plump round buttocks, lashing her brother cruelly between his legs and his thighs and he was moaning-and whimpering and loving it.
And, astonishingly, Carol was enjoying it all, too.
THREE
It seemed to Carol that Sharon changed while she was punishing her brother. Her face became slick with sweat and her nostrils were wide and flaring and her eyes were glassy, almost like the eyes of an insane person. It was very evident that Sharon enjoyed what she was doing and when Kevin was a shuddering, sobbing wretch, Sharon put her tool of discipline down and her hand went beneath Kevin's legs. She handled his privates and he moaned and shivered and Carol could see that Sharon was milking him, spilling his juices all over the front of the chair and onto the carpeting and no one cared.
Sharon stood up finally. She turned to look at Carol and she had a funny little smile on her face.
"I'm going to give you a spanking, Carol," Sharon said, dreamily. "Then I will make Kevin undress you and he can watch while you get a dose of the whips. Oh, that will be such fun."
Carol was too excited to speak. She began shaking her head, looking at Sharon, too turned on to be coherent or sensible.
Sharon stood in front of her chair and she put one knee on the arm of the chair. She was smiling down into Carol's upturned face. Carol was weeping and she was not too much aware of it.
Sharon's palm lashed out and smashed into Carol's cheek and it hurt her. Sharon was never easy or reasonable about anything.
"I will insist upon absolute obedience from you, Carol," Sharon said, coldly, imperiously. "You will keep that in mind always, won't you?"
Carol nodded, fiercely aroused by Sharon's blow and ability to dominate her completely. Sharon slapped her again and then again and she wept and sobbed as piteously as Kevin had done. He was still sniffling and his plump bottom was beginning to lose its redness. Sharon was still kneeling on the arm of the chair and she was looking into Carol's shimmering eyes, her lovely face cold, set, her eyes shiny with anger.
"I don't like people who refuse to obey me," Sharon said. "And, you must keep in mind that I will hurt you seriously if you displease me in any way. You will remember, won't you?"
There was something extremely sensual, exciting about the way Sharon was speaking to her and she just nodded. Sharon reached out to slip her long, slender fingers into the depths of Carol's hair. She closed her fingers and twisted and Carol stifled a scream of pure agony. Sharon laughed at her and let go. She caressed Carol's cheek with her palm and then slapped her face again. She moved away and Carol sat for a time, sobbing. She knew that Sharon enjoyed watching her sobbing and weeping but it didn't matter. She knew, somehow, that anything that Sharon might want to do to her, or with her, was perfectly all right.
Sharon seemed to be very knowledgeable about things. She explained to Carol that some people were born to rule others and some were born to accept domination and it was all very complicated but that was the way it was. Carol didn't argue.
Sharon lit a cigarette and watched Kevin for a time. Then she told him to get up and clean up the mess that he had made. He obeyed. Carol looked at his tear streaked face and she could feel her little clam clenching and quivering as she came in the chair.
Kevin went into the bathroom and returned with a wet wash cloth, he began scrubbing at the front of the chair and the carpeting and Carol watched and shivered and then Kevin was finished.
"Stand up, Carol," Sharon said. "I'm going to let Kevin undress you. The only tits he has ever seen are mine, and the only cunt he has ever sucked is mine. We will let" him suck yours for a while. Then he can fuck both of us. Maybe you will suck him off a few times. Oh, we can have lots of fun. Now, just stand there and let's let Kevin get at you."
Remembering, Carol had to realize that Sharon had been testing her, trying to find out just how far she could go in the subjugation of Carol before she ran into protest. Whenever she remembered, Carol had to realize that Sharon never did encounter protest in her. Too, she had to recall that the spectacular joys and impossible ecstasies Sharon induced in her had never been matched since. She had attributed that to her extreme youth and a gradual deadening of the exquisite sensations possible for her. Maybe she just didn't know herself as well as she thought.
She could remember that she had obeyed Sharon when the lovely young blonde told her to stand up. Kevin was crying and sniffling as he stood in front of her. Sharon was smiling, watching the two of them. Kevin's cock was hard and red and when Sharon told her to take it into her hand, she obeyed. She loved holding it. He was naked and he just stood, as docile as a cow, and Sharon taught Carol how to move her fist and jerk him off. But, that was not very entertaining and Sharon told Carol to stop before Kevin popped. Carol was told to kneel and then put her mouth over Kevin's cock and Sharon taught her how to give head and lick and suck. When Kevin came in her mouth, she swallowed the material and it was a long time before she realized that she had enjoyed the experience as deeply as Kevin had. Sharon had enjoyed it, too.
Obviously, Sharon had been a sadistic voyeur. She loved to watch people performing sexual acts and after Carol had devoured Kevin several times, Sharon told her that she could stop. By then, she had not wanted to stop. Her sexuality deepened and intensified as she continued doing things. She knew that much about herself.
She had stood, then, on shaky legs and Kevin had begun undressing her. His wilted cock dangled between his legs and Sharon sat on the arm of a chair, the broom handled cat o' nine tails in her hands. She was smiling as Kevin removed Carol's bra and exposed the beautiful pink breasts with the coral tips and their girlish plumpness. Kevin handled them and Carol stood, shaking, the sap running down her legs. Sharon put her hands on the pretty young breasts and then her nails almost cut the nipple off and Carol stifled a scream of protest. She felt the swift, savage repercussions deep in her loins and an orgasm of exquisite ecstasy began in her loins and lasted for an uncommonly long time.
Sharon was giggling idiotically, and she was turned on, too. She began helping Kevin to get Carol's skirt off, then her stockings, and finally, her panties. Sharon put her palm on the mound of pale fuzz and her fingers moved back and forth in the slippery trench and Sharon giggled loudly and happily as Carol came in her palm.
"You come easily, Carol," Sharon said. "That is good. It will help you when I am very displeased with you and I abuse you harshly. Now, sit down here and Kevin will suck your cunt for a while. I like to watch him do it. Now, lie back and open your legs. There. That's it."
Kevin got onto the bed with her and he put his face between her legs and then he was licking her inner thighs and her slit. His tongue slid deep into her and she shivered and came and she noticed that Sharon was getting undressed and she watched as Sharon bared her lovely breasts. She put her hands on them and squeezed them and hurt them and Carol watched, knowing that she was flooding Kevin's eager mouth with her honey. She couldn't stop coming and she couldn't stop shaking. She wanted to do things but she didn't know what she wanted to do.
Sharon was still wearing her underpants when she knelt on the bed beside Carol's breasts and her hands caressed them and hurt them and Carol's brain slithered off into a place of utter bliss and exaggerated sensations.
Sharon was kissing her, wetly, sweetly and she liked being kissed by the lovely little blond. It made her feel that Sharon liked her after all.
And then Kevin's tongue began to tease her clit and his fat finger was sliding in and out of her cunt and another finger was sliding in her other hole and she went completely ape as her orgasms overwhelmed her and drove her into insensibility. She was sure that she was unconscious, in another world, really, but it was a place of constant and increasing ecstasies and she loved that.
Her brain seemed to shift and she was aware of Kevin on top of her, she could feel his big cock sliding in and out of her and Sharon was kissing her, smearing her wet, sloppy kisses all over Carol's soft mouth. Sharon slid her mouth down to capture one of Carol's bursting nipples while her hand caressed the other breast and then she was coming and Kevin was coming and it got to be wild and unbearably delightful and she flaked out again.
She became conscious of a very pleasant sensation between her legs and she decided that Kevin was eating her again. But, it wasn't Kevin. It was Sharon. She was licking and sucking Carol's sexual flesh, expertly, eagerly. Her delicate tongue and red nails knew how to tease and stimulate flesh and nerves and she was feasting like a gourmet on the honey that Kevin had put into Carol, and the quick, eager bursts of girl sap that Carol's frequent orgasms unleashed. Carol was too wearied, too blissfully delighted to protest, to say anything. Kevin was sitting on the bed and his cock was a little thing, red and shriveled and defeated, for the moment. Sharon kept at her for a long time but, eventually, she stopped and Carol felt disappointed. She wished it could go on and on forever. Sharon intended that it should.
She sat up and smoked a cigarette and when she told Carol to suck Kevin until she got him hard again, Carol accepted the yoke of docility immediately and she obeyed Sharon.
Kevin reacted to her tongue immediately, and as soon as he was hard, and ready, Sharon told Carol to stop. Then she laid back and welcomed Kevin between her legs and he fucked her furiously, while her legs wrapped themselves around his back, and her hands and fingernails plucked at his dangling balls. When he came in her, Sharon clutched him tightly to her and her fingers stroked and milked the boy's balls, anxious to drain him of every drop of sap.
Kevin withdrew and waited and Sharon licked him clean and then she pushed him away.
"Carol," she said, "now I want you to eat me. Come on. I'm awful hot. Hurry."
Carol shivered as she looked at the red folds of super-sensitive tissue and the delicate rose bud of flesh that guarded Sharon's inner chamber. She was sobbing and weeping as she put her mouth over the quivering, clenching flesh. She could smell the stench of Sharon's crotch and it was an appealing scent, as rich and delicious as perfume. Her tongue slipped into the depths of Sharon's loins and she began to taste the honey that was inside and she lost control of her reserve and she wept and whimpered and feasted. Kevin regained his powers and then he was ramming his cock into her cunt and she was shifting her hips to accommodate him. He wet his ramrod in her sexual depths and then he pulled out and she could feel him sliding into her asshole and that turned her on even more. She began moving violently, blissfully, with her hips and her butt, and she was feasting on Sharon's honey and Kevin was bursting in her and it all fused into a time of blazing, shattering, erotic ecstasies. She flaked out, her mind went haywire but her tongue and her hips and her organs continued their work while sanity fled. Her body, her nerves, and her brain provided her with agonized ecstasies she had never even imagined.
She regained her senses after a time and she was a bit surprised to find Sharon was astride her face and she was eagerly devouring Sharon's juices, juices that her tongue and clinging lips stimulated into existence. Sharon was bent forward and her head was between Carol's thighs, the hot, seeking tongue doing outrageous things to Carol's cunt. It was her first really big sexual experience with another girl and it turned out to be the grandest sexual pleasure she could manage. She did not think about it, she did not call herself lesbian, nor did she attach any importance to the affair at all.
Sharon finally got enough and she sat up and then removed her body and Carol sat up, too. She and Sharon stared at each other and when Sharon kissed her, she shivered and they clung to each other.
Sharon was shaky and worn out. She lit a cigarette and gave the pack to Carol. She lit up, too. Kevin wanted a cigarette but Sharon told him no. Sharon was being deliberately mean to Kevin and that thrilled Carol for some reason.
"I love you so much, Carol," Sharon told her. "you are so lovely, so dainty. I want to hurt you, to punish you for being so lovely. Isn't that awful of me?" Sharon didn't give her a chance to answer. She went right on. "I will punish you all the time. You know that. Don't you?"
Carol was overwhelmed by a surge of raw emotion and she was mute. She nodded and Sharon smiled. Carol was so sure that Sharon loved her and she needed that love. Her parents were stern, hard-bitten people, always short of money, always working and she never did know if they loved her or even cared about her.
Sharon pulled her into a bare embrace and they kissed each other and she was shaking and Sharon was shaking and it was very warm and wonderful in the bedroom.
Later, Kevin laid down on the bed and Carol necked with him and she enjoyed that, too. It delighted her to feel his body shake and shudder with the throes of an anguished bliss each time Sharon's expert tongue and bobbing head forced him into coming. Sharon was insatiable and she became that way, too.
Kevin was exhausted in short order and then it was time for Carol to please her new mistress. That was the way she thought of Sharon. She was filled with an affectionate need to be docile for Sharon, to be obedient for Sharon and she would be eager to please and willing to accept horrid punishments and chastisements when Sharon chose to inflict them.
Sharon got up off the bed and she stretched her glorious body into suppleness again. She picked up the cat o' nine tails and snapped it against her palm. She had a soft, frightening little smile on her lips and her eyes had a funny look in them.
Carol noticed an amazing thing then. Kevin, who was supposed to be utterly depleted and too limp to do anybody any good, eyed the whips in Sharon's little hand and he got a hard-on right away. Sharon was amused by his swift reaction and she raised her brows as she told him to sit in the chair. He obeyed and Sharon told Carol to kneel in front of his chair and eat him.
Shivering, Carol obeyed. She was caught up in a weird, inexorable pattern and she just did as she was told, conscious, somehow, that it was expected of her and she would stay out of serious trouble. Too, as soon as she began sucking Kevin and tasting his material, she lost contact with the here and now of things and gave herself up to the business of joy.
Sharon hit her rump with the cat o' nine tails and that was a shock, but before she could move, Sharon hit her again, and again and again. And that did something strange to Carol.
Sharon was expert with her nasty weapon, touching the various erogenous zones of the sweetly sculpted flesh with deadly accuracy. She was inducing frenzy first, then estrus and she knew it. After a while, Carol's entire midsection was a blazing, seething region of pure excitement, the nerve endings too thoroughly stimulated, the brain too thoroughly aroused. Carol's sexual parts were clenching and squirming and spilling and it was a time of unendurable ecstasy. She was devouring Kevin with frantic savagery and Sharon kept on assaulting the glowing rump and tingling valley of exquisitely sensitive flesh with the stinging tips of the lashes and Carol was close to madness and pure sexual bliss. She was coming steadily, one spasmed orgasm following the other with periods of excruciating bliss in between.
She lost track of time and she had no idea of how long; Sharon whipped her. She didn't care. She had the sure and certain conviction that she had been given the chance to experience true, unadulterated ecstasy and she would yearn to know such grand spendor again and again. She was Sharon's slave, completely captivated by the impossible frenzies that Sharon could induce.
It was late in the day when Carol regained her alertness. Sharon and Kevin were on the floor with her and she could smell the acrid sharpness of cigarette smoke. Sharon smiled at her and she offered the pack.
They talked and rested and Sharon took Carol into the bathroom and she sat in a hot tub for a time, then Kevin rubbed some cold cream into the abused buttocks and when Carol felt as good as new again, they got into their clothes and sat in the kitchen over cokes and cigarettes.
When Carol went home, she found herself wishing that she and her family could move away from the horrid beast next door. She knew that it was not a sensible thought. She would provoke Sharon and the pretty blond would use the horrid lashes on her again. And again. She almost got herself turned on again, while she was setting the supper table by realizing that there were probably many other little indignities that Sharon might think up to make her life miserable.
Sharon had many of them, she learned, as time passed.
She and Kevin were the blonde girl's willing slaves and Sharon loved to encounter her in the halls at school and whisper threats of awful abuses after school was out for the day. And, always, Sharon meant what she threatened. Carol's grades began to suffer when she became too thoroughly immersed in the labyrinths of exaggerated passions but, when that became noticable, Sharon made sure that all homework and school assignments were completed before they began their fun and games.
Life went on and each day would find her getting off the school bus with Kevin and Sharon and they were handsome young people to the casual viewer, Carol supposed, but as soon as they got inside Sharon's house, the picture changed.
Kevin and Carol were told to start the housework and they obeyed hurriedly. Sharon would get on the telephone and call her mother at work and let her know that her children were safe at home. Then she would call her father so that he would know the same thing. During the calls, Sharon would establish the estimated time her parents could be expected at home and when dinner would have to be ready. After that, she would find Kevin, make him take his clothes off and suck him until her fierce hungers were sated. Then she would turn to Carol and make her sit down while she ate her, too.
Once Sharon's initial appetites were eased, she would get undressed and Carol would, too, and they would begin a program of sexual acts and the menu would vary in some way each day.
Kevin always got the job of shaving Sharon and Carol and Sharon was able to produce depilatory creams for them from a friend who was a druggist in town. Shortly after Carol was included in the fun and games that Sharon and her brother enjoyed constantly, Sharon got a prescription of The Pill for Carol and she was glad to get that. Especially for free.
It took three months, at least, before Carol found out about Sharon's relationship with the druggist. And then she became a part of that arrangement, too. But, quite willingly.
Arnold Gilbert was a handsome young man and the son of very wealthy parents. He had started out to be a doctor but he had given up on that and wound up a pharmacist. He was beset by many devils and he was a sex maniac, Carol supposed.
She never did know how Arnold and Sharon got to know each other but she supposed that Sharon had been a frequent customer in the drug store in town.
Sharon was always going to the store and he would give her pills and when she introduced Carol to him, he said that he would give her the prescription nills she would need. too.
Arnold lived by himself in a little house a couple of miles from Sharon's house. He had a swimming pool and the first time Carol went along with Sharon and Kevin, she went to swim.
It was a sunny Sunday morning in early June and the drug store was closed and school had let out and Carol and Sharon and Kevin were glad to go to Arnold's to swim. By then, Carol was pretty well accustomed to obeying Sharon because, if she rebelled, or demurred, when Sharon got at her with the whips, she was especially vicious and Carol lived with the rather enjoyable nightmare that Sharon might injure her permanently, or visibly, but that never did happen.
But she did live in a state of constant fear. And she thrived on it. Sharon was always mean to her, abusing her, hurting her and then Sharon would demand that she kneel and lick and suck Sharon's cunt and treat her to many orgasms. Sharon would keep her in that attitude for hours and she found that she enjoyed licking Sharon's crotch more than anything else. Still, it did not occur to her to suspect that she was probably a lesbian. At that stage in her development she didn't even know the word.
She could recall her first day at Arnold's house with some pleasure, even now.
They had used their bikes to ride to his house, their swim things crumpled up in the baskets on the handlebars. Sharon and Kevin had been to Arnold's house many times and they knew their way around. The garage door was wide open and Sharon told her to park her bike inside so it wouldn't get stolen. They put them against the wall. There was a car in the garage and when they got their bikes parked, Sharon closed the door.
They went inside the house and through it, out to the pool. Arnold, the druggist, in swim trunks, was just coming out of the water. He smiled at them and his smile lingered for Sharon.
There were walls, very high, all around the yard and he had complete privacy. He stood, smiling at them as they went close to him. Sharon put her hand on his crotch and he stood and let her handle him. She pushed his trunks down and he stood, face red, while Carol and Kevin watched Sharon jerking him off. She was quite expert and when he began to shiver and groan, she giggled. Her right hand was wrapped around his big cock and her left was plucking at his balls and when he began to come, she worked him faster and spilled his juice on the tiled edge of the pool.
Carol watched, fascinated.
Sharon turned to look at her. "Lick it up, Carol," Sharon said. "You know you like honey. Now, hurry, before it evaporates."
Carol obeyed. She got down on her knees and her tongue touched the hot tiles and she devoured the drops that had come from Arnold's body. It was not a pleasant experience. When she straightened up, Sharon was smiling at her, derisive, powerful.
"We are going to have a very busy day," Sharon said. "We will swim and fool around and Arnold can have some fun with us. Then, later, when he begs me to nicely, I will give him his nice whipping and he will give me money. Won't you, Arnold?"
The druggist nodded. He was not smiling. He looked worried.
They went inside the house, into the big master bedroom and Arnold undressed Carol. Sharon told him to do it. She told him to handle Carol's pretty breasts and then when she was naked, Sharon ordered Arnold to go down on Carol and eat her. While he did it, Carol, turned end for end, feasted upon his rigid cock and while he devoured her, she fed upon him. Kevin got undressed and he screwed Arnold while Carol kept right on eating him. He was on top of her and then she was on top of him and Kevin, ever ready and quite eager, screwed her, too.
Sharon was their ringmaster and they performed for her, obediently, willingly and it was all fun and games. When they tired, they swam in the pool and then they fixed sandwiches and all during the day, Sharon was tormenting Arnold by her remarks. She was always threatening him with a new and more violent torment and he loved it. Carol knew that. It was so obvious.
Arnold spent a lot of time screwing Carol and Sharon and sucked Kevin's cock often, and he spent hours sucking each of the girls. And then he became too shaky, too utterly disoriented to be useful and Sharon got out a case filled with thongs and birches and while Arnold knelt beside his bed, she whipped him, expertly, tirelessly and Carol watched the man become more and more unhinged as Sharon drove him close to the edge of madness. She seemed able to trigger his orgasms at will and he would sob and whimper and writhe in pure anguish, obviously aching, yearning for a big come. The need for relief would force him into shuddering, snuffling agony and Sharon seemed to gloat and enjoy his discomfort thoroughly. She was decidedly sadistic and she was just right for Arnold. Maybe for her, too, Carol, thought.
When they left Arnold, finally, he was completely dehydrated, his balls drained by hungry young mouths and eager, clenching cunts. Sharon stood in front of him, dressed, smiling, her hand held out, palm up. He put several large bills into her hand and she waited, smiling, demanding more.
"You promised me fifty dollars if I would bring Carol to you and you could have fun with her. Now, pay me, or I won't bring her here again. Now pay up."
Arnold glanced at Carol. She was in a warm, happy daze: too thoroughly sated to care much about anything. Arnold paid Sharon and she put the money away and then they left.
They went back to Sharon's house and she made some coffee and they fixed some food and sat and ate and then they were ready and eager to start in all over again. And they did.
Carol went home that night, too worn out to move. She put her bike away, went into the house and nodded at her folks. She told her mother that she had been swimming and she was very tired. She went off to her bed and fell sound asleep as soon as she pulled the covers up.
When she woke in the morning she wanted to go back to Arnold's and go through it all again.
She did go over to Sharon's house as soon as Sharon called and she found her still in bed. Kevin had already screwed his pretty sister twice and he was in the kitchen, doing the breakfast dishes that his parents had left behind when they went off to work. Carol went into the bedroom and she shivered as she watched Sharon throw the bed covers off. She was stark naked and she opened her legs, lifted her knees and crooked her finger at Carol. Carol was shivering and trembling and weeping, overwhelmed by inexplicable, inexorable passions and hungers that she could not deny. Sharon smiled as she shifted her hips and Carol could see the thick, creamy feast waiting for her as she slid her mouth over Sharon's feverish flesh.
Sharon's fingers caressed her hair and her throat as she used her tongue and lips and clinging mouth to drive the pretty little blond into orbit and trigger many orgasms.
Inevitably, Sharon wanted her too, and Kevin screwed her while Sharon's little tongue teased and taunted her quivering clit. She was coming again and again and Sharon was, too, and they used Kevin only to brighten up their union.
She spent hours with Sharon in frenzied sixty-nines and Kevin came to them to be used when Sharon's greed for new thrills suggested that he could be useful. Kevin loved to fuck or be sucked or suck the girls and he was inexhaustible, virtually a sex machine. Carol had not thought too much about him until lately, and she wondered now where he was and what he was doing now.
She lolled on her bed, thinking about her early days with Sharon and Kevin and then she thought about Helene Lorison and when she thought about putting her mouth over Helene's sexual organs, her mind went haywire and she shook and used her fingers to trigger a series of violent, ecstatic orgasms.
She remembered her desolation when Sharon and Kevin moved away and she wondered how she would ever survive without Sharon's horrid little indignities. But, she had survived.
She found that her dates would always persuade her into sucking them off, and that was fine with her. She lived a rather full sex life, and, in college, she ran into many kooks.
There was a handsome young boy, Rhama Singh, a youth from India. He had an Indian girl friend, Murma Sih, a pretty little thing, with great dark eyes, small breasts and a nice build.
They turned out to be a far out team. Rhama Singh lived only for the thrills and pleasures of sex. It was his determination to sit and permit the girls to suck him off while he moved not a muscle. He tried to withstand all sorts of stimulations without responding, but Carol remembered he came just like any other male.
His girl friend was crazy, too. She would take on a gang of guys while Rhama watched. She loved to wedge two hard cocks into her mouth, and while she sat astride one cock, another was rammed tightly into her asshole. Then she was ready for movement and the series of eruptions that usually followed.
Carol had watched while Rhama Singh stuck needles into the sexual flesh of girls who volunteered and they all reported that they experienced extremely delightful orgasms. Rhama Singh enjoyed himself too, in every possible way.
He was a good replacement for Sharon and her whips and thongs and vicious little meannesses.
She had been living the good life for a long time now, ever since she had started working, but, somehow suspected that her future was going to be interesting.
She was very tired and she had to get ready to go to Helene Lorison's for the week-end and she wished that she could find the strength to get up. Her mind swirled and slithered and slept. She did, too.
She dreamed again of Kevin and Sharon and she could see Sharon and Rhama Singh and they were experimenting with each other and Sharon was meaner and crueler than Rhama Singh and he was begging her to put an end to his misery, to let his stiff, turgid organ explode and then he would be a good boy and do whatever she might ask of him. Sharon giggled and she jabbed a long, shiny needle into his groin and he whimpered and cried out in pain.
And Sharon giggled and twisted the needle and Rhama spent all over everything and Sharon grasped him and held him and squeezed his rod so tightly he could not finish expelling his pent up juices and he was blubbering like a whipped boy.
The telephone rang and it was Helene Lorison and Helene seemed to know that she had fallen asleep.
"You are late, Carol," Helene said, coldly. "I will punish you cruelly for that. Now, hurry."
Shivering, not entirely awake yet, Carol said, "Yes, Ma'am. Oh, yes."
Helene hung up and the phone was cold and dead in her hand.
She got out of bed and began to get dressed.
FOUR
There were big iron gates in front of the entrance to Helene Lorison's estate. She had to use the phone on its panel and Helene unlocked the gates for her. It was late afternoon but there was still lots of sunshine left and as Carol drove her car up the winding roadway, she admired the lawns and gardens that she could see.
She had done a lot of research on Helene Lorison when she was preparing to seek the job that she wanted. She knew that Helene was the daughter of very wealthy parents and she had achieved brilliantly in college and now she was doing well in the business world.
A lot of what she knew about her pretty boss was told to her by Woody Ames and she had no reason to doubt him. Helene Lorison's family had millions invested in the department store chain, so Helene had her own money to protect, and she seemed to be able to do it.
Helene's Rolls was in the garage and Carol left her car in the parking area in front of it. She was trembling as she knocked on the door leading into the house.
Nancy Norman let her in. The pretty little brunette was wearing a swim suit and Carol's breath caught in her throat as she looked at Nancy. The halter was a piece of bright red material that shaped the firm young breasts into sharp nosed bullets, and the tiny triangle that hid her sexual slit was a G string. It was one of the new suits, the string tightly nestled between bare buttocks and Nancy seemed to think that she was a delectible item in her suit. Carol was ready to agree with her.
Nancy smiled and led the way into the study that Helene had fixed up on the first floor. Helene was sitting at an enormous desk and she was in shorts and a halter. She was working and the button on the telephone was flashing. Nancy hurried to take the call and Carol stared at the plump, unblemished buttocks. They were very lovely, and even as she admired them Carol realized that she had a very lovely, luscious bottom, too.
Helene looked up at her and the big green eyes were smiling, glad that she had come.
"I thought we'd get some work done," Helene said. "Then we can swim for a while. When we are hungry I'll call the caterers and they will bring us some food." She smiled as she reached for the telephone that Nancy had answered.
Nancy went to the refrigerator in the kitchen, which was adjoining, and she brought back some cold drinks. Nancy sipped hers and she waited while Helene dealt with the party on the phone.
Helene put her palm over the mouthpiece and she looked at Nancy and then at Carol.
"Nancy, dear," she said, "Carol has never seen this place. While I'm busy here, why don't you give her a tour of the house. All except our private torture chamber. I'll show her that when I want her to see it."
Nancy nodded. She looked at Carol, smiling.
"I'll show you the house if you like," she said.
Carol nodded and they got started on their tour. It was a beautiful house, with many bedrooms, large rooms for entertaining, a big lanai and a large, Olympic size pool with a cabana and a playroom around its perimeter.
There was a basement and that was fitted up as a play room, too. The house was obviously intended for entertaining people and it had been decorated by an expert. Carol fell in love with the house immediately.
There was a doorway at the far end of the huge play room and when they got close to it, Carol interrupted her admiration of the placques and paintings on the paneled wall to inquire about the doorway. There was a placque above it with the familiar comment, "Abandon hope all ye who enter."
"What's that door lead to?" Carol asked.
Nancy smiled. She took a cigarette from a tray that was close to them. She lit it and Carol noticed that the pretty brunette's hands were shaking. She thought that quite odd.
"That's Helene's torture chamber," Nancy said.
"You mean there really is a torture chamber?"
"You'd better believe it." Nancy seemed a bit vehement about it. Nancy looked at her and she was surprised to see that Nancy was so short. She looked like a little girl with a lot of pretty brown hair and big brown eyes, gorgeous legs and a sweetly shaped little butt. Carol realized that she was used to seeing Nancy in heels at the store and here the difference in sandals was a bit shocking.
"Have you been inside Helene's torture chamber?" Carol asked.
Nancy nodded, her eyes grave. "I spend a lot of time there. Helene is brutal and demanding. And, she is a voyeur. She loves to watch people when they are making love. Any way. She has all kinds of specially built furniture and all sorts of gadgets. She will make a slave out of you. Just as she did with me.
"You get so that you live one life at the store, and as soon as you come here, you turn into a craven, bootlicking slave."
Carol looked at Nancy with a long, intent stare.
"You look all right to me. You don't look like you have been damaged any." Nancy smiled. "I like it when she is mean to me. She knows just what I'm like. Helene is very brilliant about people. She knows which button to push, which nerve to wrench. She knows how to inflict the most intense agony, but it is always the most wonderful sexual experiences and she knows it."
"I'd like to see what's inside that room," Carol said.
Nancy made a cute little face at her. "You'll see it sooner than you want to, probably. And, you'll never forget it. That's for sure."
Helene's voice came through a speaker and Carol was surprised by that, too.
"Nancy, dear, bring Carol back to me now. I've finished."
They went up the stairway and Helene was crisp and lovely behind her desk and she smiled at Carol as she said, "So you would like to see what is inside our playroom downstairs?"
Carol felt her cheeks tingling. She realized that Helene had probably heard every word that she and Nancy had said.
Helene waved her into a chair and then she said, "Carol, we do have some work to do. I have to talk to you about work. Our buyers have spent millions for a new line of clothes for the spring and summer. I want an ad campaign that will sell them. I hoped that we would talk about the project and then we can relax and enjoy ourselves. The buyers and the merchandising experts have furnished us with pictures of the items and we have to move the material.
"I thought that we might think up a name or a title for the whole line, and in Florida, for instance, Fun Fabrics, or Regal Rags, or whatever the hell we call the line, will feature sports clothes and beach togs, but in Maine, the line may be a lot of winter togs. These are the things we must keep in mind as we think about what we will do."
Carol stood in front of the big desk and she was trembling and her mouth wasn't working quite right. She was the proverbial fly impaled upon the head of a pin while Helene Lorison looked at her and inspected her. She felt a sense of fierce pride when she saw the admiration for her in the blonde girl's big green eyes.
Helene Lorison stood up and a feeling of sick despair swept through Carol as she found herself reacting to the amazing beauty of the blonde's face, and the sharply pointed breasts that the halter barely concealed. Helene had glorious legs and sleek, smooth thighs and the smooth round bottom of a very young girl. Her smile sparkled as she looked at Carol with a very predatory gaze.
"Oh, hell," she said, "we can work another time."
She moved her arm and put the back of her hand against Carol's pubis and she rubbed gently, while Carol stood and shivered. It never occurred to Carol to object or to move away. She liked Helene's touch and when Helene pressed her hand tighter, she shook and gasped and seemed to lose her ability to breathe.
Helene took her hand away. "Come into the bedroom, girls," Helene said. "Perhaps we can change into swim suits and go for a dip in the pool."
Nancy seemed to know what was expected of her. She started for the master bedroom with the huge king sized bed in it and as soon as she was in the room, she turned to look at Helene, waiting to be told what to do next.
Helene was close to Carol. She reached out and unfastened Carol's halter, then she pushed it down and Carol's breasts sprang upwards into their jutting splendor and Helene stood and admired them. She had a startled look in her eyes as she reached out to hold and caress Carol's beauties.
"They are lovely, my dear," she said. "Absolutely lovely."
Carol was shivering and gasping for air. She turned on so completely, so utterly, she was not at all to sure of what went on, once the rigors of outrageous passions began.
Helene unhooked her shorts and pushed them down the beautiful legs. They puddled at her feet. She was staring at Helene, impaled, locked into a time of helpless fascination. Helene pushed her wispy panties down and exposed the tight, golden curls on her pubis and Helene caressed the silken hair, then she slipped her finger into the slippery trench and rubbed it back and forth. She laughed softly as Carol's flesh responded and she came with quick, convulsive clenchings and drenchings.
Helene looked at Nancy who was watching with a rapt, interested stare. Helene undid Nancy's halter, too, and she caressed the luscious young breasts that she exposed. She pushed the G string down and exposed the hairless slit, the delicately fashioned petals of pale, pink meat that guarded Nancy's little love portal.
"Nancy keeps herself smooth and sweet there with some of the lotions. I like my girls to be fresh and sweet and scrupulously clean in that area. Later, Nancy will shave you and teach you how to take care of your little cunny. You do want to learn, don't you?"
Carol nodded. She was too far out for speech. She had no idea what Helene would do to her, what the tall, golden girl would ask of her, but it would not matter. She had become Helene's slave, utterly, entirely, and she was glad.
Helene led her over to the bed and she got onto it. Helene sat on the bed with her and she was caressing the feverish flesh between Carol's legs.
She reached for something in the night table's drawer and it turned out to be a mechanized dildo. She was squirming and rolling around on her back and when Helene slid the dildo into her she squirmed some more. Helene turned on a switch in the dildo and it began to vibrate. Then she could feel an electrical charge coming from it intermittently and she began to writhe and crawl. Helene was caressing her breasts while the thing did its hideous work and she was coming steadily, liquidly.
Helene bent forward and the blonde's lovely lips touched hers and Helene was kissing her and she was kissing back. Helene's tongue slipped into her mouth and her tongue slipped into the blonde's mouth and her hips were vibrating against the bed and she was whimpering and sobbing in bursts of uncontrollable ecstasy.
"Nancy is going to suck your cunny for a while, dear," Helene said. "And she loves it when she can suck a cunt that is loaded with juice. Nancy is a very talented lover. I just love to watch her when she is working on a girl. She is quite gifted."
Carol became aware of Nancy close to her on the bed, then the dildo was taken from its slippery nest and Helene inserted it into her asshole and she nearly bounced off of the bed as the rigors of an outrageous frenzy shook her. Then she felt Nancy's mouth on her hot flesh, she felt the wet tongue sliding deep into her body and she knew that she was drenching Nancy's tongue steadily and the vibrator was driving her up the walls and Helene's wet, clinging mouth on her own simply added to the frenzied splendor that she was experiencing. It was a time of great bliss and she was enjoying it all.
It seemed to her that her brain worked only occasionally and for most of the time she seethed and quivered and spent her strengths and her body was weak and strung out one moment and vibrant and vigorous and bursting the next.
She could feel the need to participate more fully and when Helene told Nancy, finally, that she could shift and straddle Carol's face so that they could enjoy a nice sixty-nine, she was eager to taste the sweetness of the young girl's cunt and she was glad that Nancy's effort had made flesh wet and slippery and her deep, tight cavity, filled with delicious nectars.
Carol lost track of things and she gave herself up to the candid enjoyment of what she was doing. Helene did not remain a watcher, after all. Carol looked up once and saw the glorious beauty of Helene's body and she drenched Nancy's tongue anew, very much affected by the beautiful pink breasts, the bare pubis, the little cleft of bewitching flesh that began beneath a tiny dimple and then disappeared between the white, alabaster thighs.
Helene got onto the bed with them and she was kissing and caressing each of them in turn, while their frantic efforts continued. And then she was able to look at Helene as she walked around the room naked, a huge male organ jutting proudly from between her legs. It was a very clever replica of the male organ and when Helene screwed her with it, she thrilled to its depth charges and reacted as wildly as she would to the real thing.
Helene used it on Nancy, too, and their orgy went on and on and no one seemed to want to stop. Nancy finally fainted, or slept. She sprawled on her back, the lovely body and its interesting parts displayed fetchingly. Helene got up onto her knees and she reached for Carol's hand. She was tugging, getting her up from the bed. Carol went along with her. She sat up on the edge of the bed for a time and watched as Helene removed the harness that held three dildoes in place for her. There were twin prongs of pink rubber that fitted up into her asshole and her cunt and the other one jutted out and made it possible for her to fuck anyone.
Carol noticed that the white thighs were drenched and streaked and when Helene smiled at her and took her hand again, she was quite ready to go along and do whatever was asked of her.
"I think it is time for you to please me," Helene said. "Nancy is very good at soothing me and delighting me, and now I have decided that you will please me, too. You do want to, don't you, Carol, dear."
Carol knelt on the floor between the shining knees, staring into the crease of red, flowing flesh and she nodded. She could smell the fragrance of Helene's excited glands and it was a lovely scent, compelling, exciting, fulfilling.
"Oh, yes," she said. "Oh, yes, I do want to love you."
Helene was sitting in an arm chair, her rump perched on its edge. She reached out to pat Carol's shining head. She smiled.
"Of course you do, dear," Helene said. She used her hands to guide Carol's mouth and licking tongue as it began to feast upon the sweet nectars that were spilling from the pink, puckered well between Helene's lovely legs.
And then she was tasting the young flesh, feasting shamelessly upon the fruits of their agitated orgies. Nancy was asleep, snoring softly, and she and Helene were adrift in a little world of their own, a tiny nest of warmth and loving passions and Carol knew that her nimble tongue and clinging mouth were doing grand things for Helene and that made her happy.
After awhile, Helene slid out of the chair and her hips straddled Carol's face and while she went on with her furious efforts to devour the beautiful blonde, Helene put her face between Carol's thighs and her mouth drove Carol crazy. There was a quality of greed and hunger and fierce determination to withdraw every possible droplet of moisture and Carol could not resist the blonde's tongue. She relaxed and spread out and let Helene do as she wished, and she was shivering and squirming in brand new ecstasies of her own.
They slept finally, but, Carol could never decide when they stopped making love and when they slept. She woke in the morning and the bedroom was filled with sunshine and warmth and she realized that they had not bothered about food the previous night. She smiled as she remembered that no one had mentioned an interest in food once things got under way. She sat up and lit a cigarette and sucked the smoke deep into her lungs. Her breasts were sore and hurting and she cupped them into her palms while her fingers massaged the soreness away.
Helene was asleep, on her back, her breasts standing up with blushing nipples, tiny as the erasers on new pencils, as eager as refreshed glands could be. Carol found herself looking at the delicate petals of Helene's sex and she ached with a quick urge to kiss them, to lick them, to nurse on the wet, dewy rose-bud that nestled so cutely between Helene's legs. She looked at Nancy, too, and she could feel her face burning as she realized that she was enjoying this chance to look between the girls' legs and inspect their sexual parts quite carefully.
Helene drew her legs up and her knees were up under her chin and she rolled onto her side and Carol was conscious of a sudden sense of disappointment. She got out of the bed and padded into the adjoining bathroom and she used the facilities to perform her usual morning duties, then she washed her face and then beneath her breasts, because it felt gritty there. She just didn't know where to stop with the sponge bath. She walked into the stall shower and turned it on and cleansed herself properly. She was still washing her body with the cloth and the soap when Helene walked into the shower and joined her.
They washed each other and lingered as they handled breasts in slippery palms and buttocks and flowing cunts. She was facing Helene's smiling countenance and when the blonde girl began pushing her down onto her knees, she folded and lifted her mouth up so that she could begin to lick and suck the tiny opening. Helene was in a bitchy mood, she supposed. She glued her mouth over the slippery trench of burning flesh and the first time she flicked the little clit with her tongue, Helene stood and shivered and shook as she came. Carol could taste the droplets that spilled down onto her tongue and then Helene bent her knees slightly, her palms held Carol's head tightly to the valley and then Carol was swallowing the hot, bitter liquid that Helene released.
Helene giggled as she looked down at the top of Carol's head. "It won't kill you," she said. "After you get used to me, you will enjoy it."
Carol was sure that she could never enjoy such a program, but she was in no position to argue. Helene finally pushed her away and she sagged down onto her legs, shivering and coming with a series of exquisite orgasms that she could not explain or even comprehend. Helene stepped out of the shower and Carol was alone on her bottom, the water cascading down into her face.
"Have I lost all of my reservation?" she thought. "Is there nothing I will not do?"
She managed to get up onto her feet and she shut the shower off and walked out to stand beside Helene. The big green eyes were twinkling at her from the mirror.
"You have pleased me, Carol," Helene said. "Now, I am going to get dressed and get some work done. I'd suggest that you and Nancy dress and fix some breakfast. Nancy knows what I like. I have some people coming a bit later in the day, dear friends. After we get the work out of the way, we can have some nice times with my friends. I promise you, you'll enjoy meeting them."
Nancy wandered into the bathroom and Helene smiled at her. She reached out to pinch the two little nipples on Nancy's chest and when Nancy groaned in pain, Helene laughed. She pushed Nancy toward the shower, then she went out to her office and a few minutes later, Carol could hear Helene busy with the phone.
Nancy came out of the shower and stood beside her, they were looking at their images in the big mirror and when Nancy smiled at her, Carol felt a lot better about things.
Nancy put her hands on her breasts and she squeezed them, massaged them, using her fingers to erase any hurt feelings that might be in them. Carol watched the pretty little brunette and she was smiling, too.
"You won't like her friends," Nancy said, sullenly. "They are three guys from the college and they are mean bastards with a girl. Helene has something on them, I guess. They do anything at all that she tells them to do. And she can think up lots of weird and crazy stuff to do."
Carol stared at Nancy's face in the mirror. They were naked and lovely and very young and Carol was conscious of the strong attraction Nancy offered. She shook her head slightly and smiled at Nancy's big, brown eyes.
"Why do you stay with her? You don't have to, you know. I don't have to stay with her, either."
"After a while, you do," Nancy said. "There isn't any place else to go. Helene uses up a person. And, after a while, it is easier to obey than to think about what you've done and deep down you know that you liked doing what you were asked to do. It's complicated, I guess, but after a while you just don't care about anything."
Helene's voice came to them from a speaker in the wall.
"Hurry girls," Helene said, "I'm very hungry. I would very much like to eat. Nancy, dear, fix me eggs and bacon the way I like them. And, do hurry."
Carol turned away from the mirror. She had not realized it but she liked looking at her nude body and at Nancy's nude body, too. She wondered if she was becoming a gay girl, a confirmed lesbian. She remembered the way she had devoured Helene and Nancy and she could still relive the exaggerated pleasures she had experienced while she had been making love to each of them. Maybe she was bi. Lots of girls could go both ways, and have lots of fun but when it got to the point where they found a guy whose babies they wanted, it all changed. The fun and games part was over.
Oh, she supposed there were lots of die-hards, like the swingers and swappers that were always around underfoot looking for one more mountain to climb, one more cavern to plumb. Like that. People were funny about lots of things. They came in all shapes and sizes and did all sorts of things and nobody cared.
Nancy was close to her. She put her palm against Carol's pubic curls and she smiled.
"I'll shave that all off for you later," she said.
Carol shivered. "You can do it now if you want."
Nancy shook her head and the soft brown hair bounced around on the pretty bare shoulders.
"Helene will want to watch. She likes to watch. Everything. I'll do it when she tells me to do it."
Carol shrugged. She went into the master bedroom and began putting her clothes on. She brushed her hair and she was just about finished when Nancy got into her clothes, too. Nancy brushed her hair and they grinned at each other as they trotted off to the kitchen.
Nancy was deft and capable at the stove. She got the coffee started, then she fixed bacon and eggs for Helene and toast and when the tray was ready, she carried it into the office and Carol sat down at the table with a cup of coffee and some toast. The kitchen was filled with the fragrances of the bacon and eggs and she was suddenly ravenous.
And her head was working properly. Her thinking was clear and she wondered why she had accepted the things that Helene had forced upon her so easily, without protest.
Then she wondered if she was right in thinking that Helene was forcing things upon her. Maybe not.
She now had the best job she had ever had and she was making a fantastic salary and she liked Helene and she liked Nancy.
She really had no reason to complain. No reason at all.
FIVE
Helene finished with her telephoning and came into the kitchen. Nancy and Carol were finishing their work, too. Helene sat down at the kitchen table. She looked to be serenely lovely, trim, almost virginal in her crisp lemon-yellow shorts with a matching halter.
"I think we'll swim for a while," she said. "My guests should be along any minute now. They will swim, too. That way we can be sure that they will come to us clean and fresh and we can enjoy them without wondering when they bathed last."
Helene got into her swim suit in her bedroom. Carol and Nancy found swim wear that would fit in the cabana and they were in the pool when Helene's friends showed up.
There were three of them and Helene introduced each one quite formally.
"Carol," she said, "this handsome blonde adonis is Victor. He is sure he is God's gift to women. The short guy with the dark curly hair is Allan. The other one, the guy with the big teeth and the nice smile, is Norman. They are dear friends and they know how much I love them."
The three young men, all sullen and unhappy in the presence of Helene Lorsion, stood in T shirts and slacks and sandals and nodded at Carol when Helene introduced them.
"I think Victor is my favorite," Helene said. She was stretched out in one of the chaises beside the pool and Carol and Nancy were in chairs. The young men had arrived singly, and had waited in the kitchen, gorging themselves on sandwiches and milk. Then, they were told to come out to the pool and meet the other guests.
"These fine young men are thieves," Helene said. "Victor was a three time loser when the security people nabbed him with a three thousand dollar watch. He had a choice, become one of my good boys and a very obliging friend or go away for years. The thought of prison terrifies Victor. He knows what those nasty men in prison would do to a nice looking young boy like him. You do know, don't you, Victor?"
Victor nodded his head but that was not good enough.
"Tell me that you know, Victor."
"I know what they would do to me," Victor said sullenly.
Helene giggled. "What would they do to you, Victor? Tell me what they would do to you."
"Aw, you know," Victor said. Carol was watching him and she could see the pain deep in his big blue eyes and she wished that she could get Helene off his back but when she glanced at Nancy, the brunette shook her head, slightly, almost imperceptibly. Obviously, Helene was enjoying herself with her young men and she would not welcome interference.
"Tell me, Victor."
"They would fuck me up the ass and they would make me suck their cocks and they would hurt me," Victor said.
Helene sat up straight in her chaise. "Why, Victor, I do those things to you, too, and you don't seem to mind."
"Aw, you know what I mean." Victor was standing, staring down at the tiles around the pool.
"Yes, Victor," Helene said, crisply, "I do know what you mean. You love it when I make you do things. It's even more fun for you than stealing, isn't it?"
Victor looked up, to meet her gaze. He grinned. "I guess so," he said.
"The others are crooks, too, and they all fell into my hands and I kept them from going to prison. Now they brighten up my life and they will perform splendidly for me for the whole week-end. Now, boys, go get into trunks and we will have some fun in the water."
Carol was trembling as she watched the boys turn and walk off to the cabana. She was sure that they were all about eighteen, hardly very much older. She liked each of them and she was sure that Helene would use them all in every possible combination of sex activity. She didn't mind. She didn't mind at all.
The boys got trunks on and they dove into the pool, one by one and Helene sat in her chaise and sipped a drink that Nancy made for her and watched the young men in the water.
After a while, Helene crooked her finger at the blond boy, Victor. He came out of the water and stood in front of her. Carol and Nancy watched as Helene peeled his trunks down and exposed his sexual organs. She handled him, one hand wrapped around his growing cock, the other on fondled his dangling balls. She plucked at him with her bright red nails and her hand began jerking him off. She stopped just before he erupted.
"Nancy dear," Helene said, "I think Victor has something for you. You'll have to take it from him."
Nancy moved over to kneel in front of the boy. She opened her mouth and began giving him some head and he popped and Helene laughed at him.
"That was just too quick, Victor. Nancy, thin him out for me, dear. Right now, he's just too randy to be much good. Then, we'll see what comes next."
Helene crooked her finger at the other boys and they came out of the pool and stood, robot still, while Helene stripped them and exposed their very generous sexual equipment.
"Carol, dear," Helene said, "why don't you suck the boys off and then we can go inside and have some fun with them? Our dear little Nancy is quite busy with Victor. Now, you do as well with the other boys and we can get started out very nicely."
Carol glanced up at Norman and she felt quite odd, holding his cock in her hand, knowing that she was going to take it into her mouth and devour him. Allan waited patiently, ready to let her do anything at all that she might want to do to him. She handled him, too. And then she began on each of them, giving head, flicking her tongue against too sensitive flesh with great expertise and after a while she was able to forget that she was putting on a show for Helene and her weird appetites. She began to enjoy herself and her own responses moved in and she became a throbbing, blissful entity, capable only of pleasure and the deep enjoyment that her own activities provided for her.
She was only dimly aware when Norman pulled away from her, whimpering and groaning because of what her teeth had done to his flesh. Then she began on Allan and he was even more ambitious than Norman. She lost her ability to concentrate and then she was off in another world, a place of shivery, whimpering thrills and she had to sit and rest for a long time after Helene told her that she could stop.
They went inside then and the boys wanted to rest and Helene was willing to let them rest. But she was eager to watch Nancy and Carol as they made love to each other. The bedroom quickly be came a scene of great activity, all of it interesting.
Sanity came and went for Carol, and, she supposed for the others, too. She was blissfully busy with Nancy's sweet flesh and then Helene was on the bed with her and they were locked into a savage sixty-nine. She wriggled and squirmed with delicious pleasures when each of the boys mounted her, while she was astride Helene's avid mouth, and she thrilled and quivered with exaggerated bliss when each of them used her in every possible way.
The day wore on and time lost all relevance for her. She didn't really care about anything, except the wild, voluptuous thrills and excruciating sensations that she could feel.
Helene became a part of things, after all. She writhed and squirmed in delicious ecstasy when the blonde girl's mouth and tongue and crawling, working lips, teased and coaxed her warm, flowing flesh into producing abundant freshets of honey.
Carol slept, finally, forced into slumber because of her wearying activities, and while she slept, her dreams were studded with weird and thrilling sexual experiences that she suspected might be real. She just didn't care. She slept the sleep of the sated and when she awoke, she found that she had the house to her self. The others were sleeping, too.
Helene and Nancy were close to each other, touching each other and Carol sat for a time, admiring the flawless perfection of their young bodies. Helene's skin was milky white, unblemished, her breasts full and firm and beautifully shaped. Nancy's were smaller, sharper, but both were pretty enough to make Carol drool just looking at them. The nipples in each case were a pale shade of pink, the rosettes the same hue, touched lightly with a blush of coral. She looked down at the exposed pubises and she marveled at the smoothness that existed upon the bald pubis.
She glanced down at her own crotch and she was amazed to discover that it had been shaved and now looked as smooth and virginal as the others around.
She put her palm over the smoothness and then her fingertip began to tease the tiny nubbin of supersensitive flesh and her legs moved and shifted as the quick thrustings of exquisite sensations lanced through her loins and brought them fully alert.
The boys were sprawled in useless heaps, their cocks soft and sleeping. They were good looking guys but she would not want to marry either of them. She thought about it for a time, and then her hand began to move with great zeal and surprising speed and her orgasm began and spilled tiny little drops of her nectars onto the sheet. That often happened for her in the mornings. She was getting so that she would begin each day with a lovely come, induced by her own fingers, if necessary. And her chemistry was changing. It seemed to be changing all the time. Everything was changing. Her sexual frenzies were becoming more and more intense and her liquid responses were becoming wetter. It seemed that the human body was capable of excreting more and more of its juices and the greater the stimulation, the greater the harvest. She knew that she was growing hornier all the time and it did not distress her very much. She had read that people who became deeply involved with sex often began a program that expanded steadily and constantly, adopting many new and innovative means of delighting the senses. She had read, too, about a new invention, an electronic device that could be carried on the person and when its switch was used, the exquisite sensations of orgasm were activated in the brain. And, one could keep on enjoying the sensation every thirty seconds, if they wished.
She wondered if she would ever be rich enough to afford such a gadget. She knew that she would certainly buy it.
Victor stirred in his sleep and the movement woke him. He looked at Carol and then he sat up. He tried to reach the pack of cigarettes on the night table and she got it for him. He lit up and then he looked at her again and he was really awake. She watched his cock as it shifted and grew into a massive, red topped pole.
He jerked his head at her and she nodded. He was asking her to get out of the bed without waking any of the others. They were very slow, very careful as they got off of the bed. She led the way out to the living room and he settled down onto the carpeting in front of one of the couches. He reached for her and pulled her down beside him.
He put his hands on her breasts and they tingled and burned and responded to his touch with disgusting venality.
She was holding his cock in her hands and her tight grip was hurting him and making him squirm. He put his palm between her legs and his fingers slid into her easily. She was wet, flowing heavily and when he began to move his fat finger in her tight sheath, she groaned and her brain went haywire and she laid back and let him get on top of her. She guided him, letting go of his cock only when it slipped into her. And then her hips moved upwards, convulsively, swallowing him, absorbing him. He began to move in her, as steady and fierce as a locomotive's pistons and she was moving against him, savage and frenzied in her need to achieve the ultimate ecstasy. He began to moan and he was sliding and slipping against the wetness that drenched her buttocks and then he got his toes dug into the carpeting and he rammed his cock deep into her body as he began to spurt. She was screeching and whimpering and sobbing as her own climax merged with his and then they were clinging to each other, holding on for dear life as their bodies and loins outdid themselves and ecstasy came and went as their orgasms prospered and finally waned.
It took a while for calm to return and then she looked up and saw that Helene and Nancy and the other boys were standing close, watching the whole thing.
"Victor," Helene said coldly, "I don't like you doing things without asking my permission. You know that. Now, get up and go and take your shower. I want everybody to shower and then we will have some breakfast."
Carol shivered as she felt Victor's cock sliding out of her body. He got up and the air was cold on her wet skin. She started to move, too, to get up, but as she moved her legs, Helene stopped her. The tall, statuesque blonde girl slid to the floor and her breasts brushed against Carol's breasts as she began to kiss the sweet young lips, swollen with passion, wet with the eagernesses of indefinable hungers.
"Poor sweet baby," Helene said, softly, speaking in between kisses and frantic lickings of Carol's lips, "you must learn that no one does anything in this house without my express permission. You must learn that, Carol, darling."
"I'm sorry, Helene," Carol said shakily. "I'm so sorry."
Helene's lips began nibbling at Carol's nipples and then she was between the lovely thighs and Carol began to roll and squirm around on her cute bottom as Helene's tongue began to lick and devour the abundant wetness between her legs. Helene was avid, callously hungry for the juices that had been unleashed when Carol and Victor made love. Helene was licking at her flesh like a snuffling animal, she could feel the excruciating thrills that developed in still sensitive flesh as Helene darted her tongue deep inside. She could feel the suction also and then Helene's lips moved and quivered against the pea shaped passion mount and Carol spent all over again. She wished that she could move and get at Helene's nude body, too. She ached with the urge to use her tongue and her lips in Helene's honey pot but she lost all sense of conscious ambitions and became a vegetable, seething and spending in splendid response to stimulation. She was close to unconsciousness when Helene finally moved away from her and she realized that the blonde girl was struggling for air, too.
Helene got up onto her knees, finally, then she stood. She reached to help Carol up, too. She stood, looking at Carol and then she grinned. It was a twisted grimace, really, but there was warmth and a casual acceptance of things as they were. Carol smiled at Helene and then they turned and started walking toward the bathroom, hand in hand.
"We'll have such a lovely day," Helene said. "I always have a nice time when the boys come over, but, today, I know I will be especially happy because now I have you here, too."
Carol wanted to say something to that, but she just didn't know what to say. So she said nothing.
The others were getting some food in the kitchen and Carol wanted to join them as quickly as possible. Suddenly she was starving.
She wondered if she would get to see the fabulous room that she had heard so much about-and so little about, too, actually-but, she did not. As soon as they finished eating, Helene ordered everyone into the big bedroom and it became a time of new and daring orgies. They tried all sorts of combinations, exhausting themselves, and then they would sleep and when the day was finally gone, they were all glad for the chance to stop and shower and then dine. Fully dressed.
Carol had always suspected that she would never be completely sated, but when she finally left Helene's house that Sunday night, she was so worn out that she creaked in every joint. The boys had left earlier and Carol had experienced an odd little twinge of jealousy when she discovered that Nancy would spend the night with Helene. But, as she drove her little car home, she decided that she would need to sleep for hours just to get her brain working properly again.
She put her car away and then settled down in front of the TV set. It was not late in the evening, still she fell asleep in the chair and she was startled to wake and find the late news on.
She stood and stretched and then went to bed.
The brilliance of the morning sunshine was in her bedroom when she woke. It was a brand new week, a brand new Monday morning and when she moved her legs, she could feel the twinges that excesses had induced within her. She got out of bed and stretched and then headed for the bathroom.
A sense of euphoria made her skin tingle and she felt the urge to sing, to laugh. She was decidedly happy and gay and that was not at all usual for her. Certainly not in the morning.
A cup of coffee was enough for breakfast and she was conscious of the day's beauty when she got the car out and headed it for the office. She was sure it would be a wonderful day. And it was.
Helene was late getting to the office but no one cared. Carol got settled at her desk and she was busy with work when Gordon Perry came to bother her about another of the silly, insignificant things he always bothered her about.
She sat back in her chair and listened to him, and she was very much aware of his hatred. And that inspired a very real dislike for Gordon Perry in her. He had an idea that Helene was all wrong about the advertising campaign she intended. He was sure that she was making a big mistake, or that she was making a little extra money on the side because of the purchases that had been made.
"Nobody buys anything for the stores unless Helene is told about it, or gives her okay. She bought all of those clothes on her own sayso and now she has got to waste thousands of dollars in order to make them move. She has to have an interest in there somewhere. Helene Lorison likes money."
Carol sat up straight in her chair. The look she gave Gordon Perry was undistilled venom.
"Helene Lorison is very wealthy now. Her family has many millions invested in the stores. Why should she steal from herself? That doesn't make sense."
Gordon Perry squirmed in the chair he was in.
"You'd defend her no matter what she did," he said.
Carol's smile could have blown his fuse easily.
She said, "Yes, I'm sure I would. Helene has been very good to me. I am very grateful to her."
"You should be," Gordon said, sourly. "She gave you the job that I really deserved. I've worked hard to get the job of Helene's assistant. But, I should have known. When she finally picked somebody, she picked a cunt. I should have known."
Carol looked at the man with a stare of utter loathing. She hated his filthy mind, his dirty mouth and she knew that she should do something about both immediately.
"Gordon," she said, slowly, coldly, "don't ever use that kind of language where I can hear it again. Is that clear?"
He stared at her.
"Who the hell are you that I can't talk to you?"
Carol smiled. "I am Helene Lorison's assistant, and I may be your boss. If that should prove to be true, your next filthy utterance in my presence can be your last. Shall I look into it? I mean, shall I ask Helene if I can fire you?"
"You know I didn't mean anything by what I said," Gordon Perry said. "You don't have to get so huffy."
"Gordon," Carol said, evenly, "you do yourself a favor, and me, too. You get the hell out of here and let me do my work. Okay, Gordon?"
He stood up and his face was very pale. He could not give up gracefully.
"What about the campaign that I want to get underway?"
"You'll have to take that up with Helene. You know that."
"I suppose so. But, I shouldn't have to take things up with anyone. I have very good ideas. I can't seem to make Helene Lorison understand that. She's always trying to put me down."
He was not at all happy about things as they were and for a moment or two, Carol was able to feel sorry for him. He was a nice looking guy, a little prissy maybe, a little dumb maybe, but he wasn't all that bad. She looked at him and found herself wondering suddenly how he would look naked. She wondered what kind of equipment he had. She could feel her face getting red as she realized that she was becoming completely corrupted and then she sat back and reached for a cigarette. Gordon Perry looked at her chest, frankly admiring her goodies. Carol shivered. She wondered what he would do if she let him get at her right then and there. She wished that it could be, because toying with him, dangling him, baiting him, was making her as hot as fire.
"Well," she said, crisply, "I have work to do, Gordon. I know that you do, too, so let's cut it short, shall we?"
He moved over to stand beside her doorway.
"I'm sorry," he said. "You know, about the bad words. I shouldn't say such things in front of a woman, I know. But, it hasn't been easy for me working here. Not since Helene became the boss. Not easy at all."
"Maybe you've got a thing about women," Carol said.
He was quiet for a moment, considering her words.
"Maybe," he said glumly. "Maybe." He went out and Carol went back to her work. She looked up, when someone walked into her office. She had been hoping to see Helene, but it was Nancy. She was bringing coffee for both of them. She put the two cups down on top of the desk. Carol watched her and she was a bit surprised to see that Nancy's hands were shaking. Her smile as she sat down in the visitor's chair, was none too sturdy. She looked questioningly, asking belatedly if she could sit and visit. Carol nodded. She was glad for company, glad for the coffee.
Nancy was obviously embarrassed in the bright light of the workaday world and while they were far above the actual mainstream of the store's commerce and they couldn't hear the constant litany of the cash registers, the steady, monotonous call bells, the endless questions and answers. "No, Ma'am, we don't carry this in red. Yes, sir, the credit department must approve your check." And on and endlessly on.
In her posh office, insulated from the working people all around her, sharing a time of utter embarrassment, and mutual rememberances of sexual excesses and frenzied abuses, Carol felt a time of awkwardness and strain. And then Nancy's slow smile twinkled at her and she smiled, too, and then the time of strain was behind them and they were friends.
"Thanks for the coffee, Nancy," Carol said.
"I thought you'd like some. Helene won't be in for a while. She said that there was a board meeting this morning and she would have to sit in."
Carol sat back and lit a cigarette. She blew a long, wavering streamer of smoke toward the tiled ceiling.
"Did you get any sleep?" she asked.
Nancy smiled again. "Sure. You know how Helene likes to be put to sleep. I like doing that, so it worked out all right."
"I thought you might wind up in the torture chamber after I left."
Nancy shook her head and her shining hair bounced around on her neck.
"That happens only when Helene is especially wild. She gets like that and then we all catch hell. But, I don't mind and you won't either."
Carol asked a question that she had wanted to ask for some time.
"What about here in the store," she said, "I mean, does Helene ask anything of us here?"
Nancy said no. "Helene believes very strongly that there is a time and a place for everything, and that kind of thing you do within the privacy of your home. I'm glad that she feels that way. The office is a place to work in. Nothing else."
Carol grinned at her. "Suppose we get horny. I mean you and me. What do we do then?"
Nancy's eyes were gleaming with a sudden surge of passion and it showed.
"I corrupt very easy," she said. "You can make out with me any time. Keep that in mind."
"I will," Carol said. She changed the subject.
"That character, Gordon Perry, was in to see me awhile ago. He is all excited about an ad campaign that he dreamed up. I told him what Helene wants us to work on, but he just doesn't seem to care what Helene wants. He has ideas of his own."
"He hates you," Nancy said. "I know because he has told me. You got his job and if he can get you fired, he will do it."
"I offered to fire him," Carol said. "He is willing to believe that I can do it. Or get Helene to do it."
"She hates to fire people. Especially if they are well trained to do their job. Gordon Perry is good at his work. He is just so angry to have you step in and get the job he thinks he earned. I think I'd be sore, too."
The telephone rang and Carol took the call. It was from one of the department heads she had been working with and she waved her fingers at Nancy and the short brunette picked up her cup and went out to her own office.
It was a busy morning and Carol was glad when Helene walked in and interrupted her labors. Helene was wearing a dark green pantsuit and she looked gloriously young and lovely in it. She smiled as she wallowed in Carol's looks of admiration.
"I'm so glad you like," Helene said. "Just for that, I'll take you to lunch. Unless you have a better offer?"
Carol shook her head. "You know I don't make any lunch dates unless you say I can. I never know when you want to talk about things over lunch."
Helene laughed softly. "You know what we won't talk about, don't you?"
She didn't mean it, after all, because, once they were settled in their favorite booth in the restaurant, she asked Carol how she liked the boys who had spent the weekend with them.
"All right, I guess." Carol said. She thought about it for a moment while Helene watched her intently, a half smile curving the bright red lips entrancingly. "I think I like Victor best of all. He is so damned belligerant."
Helene seemed to like her answer.
"I have some great plans in mind for you and Victor in the future," Helene said. "Take vitamins. You are going to need them."
And then Helene changed the subject and they talked about the impending advertising campaign. Carol reported her talk with Gordon Perry and his determined interest in his own advertising campaign and the stock he wanted to move. Helene listened but she was not inclined to take Gordon Perry too seriously.
"He will do what he is told to do or work elsewhere," she said.
Their waitress brought their food and they began to eat. Helene took a bite of her sandwich, dabbed delicately at the corner of her mouth with a napkin and then swallowed.
"Carol, dear," Helene said, "I am going to send you off into the wild blue yonder. I hope you like to fly."
Carol stared at Helene, wide eyed. "I love to fly," she said. "Where am I going?"
"First to Chicago for awhile. Then to New York. All in connection with the campaign that we will be working on. You may have to go to Miami, too. Or, I may have some of the people from the stores in the south come here. We will see."
"When do I go?"
"Let's see if we can't get things in shape here by the end of the week and you can go next Monday. All right?"
"Oh, yes," Carol said.
"If you like, I will arrange for you to stay with some dear friends of mine. And, they will see to it that you enjoy your stay in both cities. Pretty as you are, they will enjoy you, too. They are sex fiends, but you might enjoy living with my friends. They would enjoy it, I know."
"We'll see," Carol said. She was a bit uneasy about visiting with strangers and she was sure that she was much too reserved to permit people she didn't know to handle her person.
Helene seemed to know the way she felt.
'You won't have to stay with them, dear. It was just a thought. We'll talk about it again before you leave."
"All right," Carol said.
The waitress brought tea and Carol was glad for the interruption. They finished their lunch and drove back to the store and Carol was aware of a new inner excitement that was seething and burning in her and she finally realized that she had become fully turned on by Helene's offer of sex with total strangers. That was a new one for her.
SIX
She supposed that Helene would pop in and visit with her for a while that afternoon but Helene did not. She left early and talked with Carol on the intercom before she left.
"I have some ideas that I've sketched out for the campaign," Carol said. "I've taken the regional point of view. Like the New England states and the eastern coast I've thought about Frosty Togs, Autumn Hazes, Winter Windstorms, Blizzard Bags, that sort of thinking."
Helene was silent for a moment. "That's excellent thinking, Carol," she said, finally. "I am amazed. That's exactly the sort of thinking I wanted. Why don't we get together in the morning and go over your thoughts and then we will see if we can come up with something that we can use. I do want to emphasize the need for the regional atmosphere. We will be pushing winter clothes where needed and summery things in Florida and California. So, you are certainly thinking right. I'm so pleased. Now, I've got to run."
"All right. I'll see you in the morning."
"Why don't you and Nancy get together this evening? Maybe you could have dinner together and then enjoy each other. She is such a lonely child when I don't have her over."
"I'll think about it, Helene," Carol said.
"Yes, dear. See you."
The telephone kept her busy for a while and she was decidedly pleased when Nancy wandered in and offered to get some coffee. She nodded and continued talking with the person who had called her. She concluded the call and then took a call from Woody Ames. He wanted a date.
"I thought you might like dinner and a few drinks and then we can go to my place or your place and ball for a while. You know."
"I can't, Woody," she said. "I'm beat and I wouldn't be good company. I have to do some work, too. You wouldn't enjoy."
"All right," Woody said. "I've got other numbers to call. It's just that you were number one on my list."
"It is always nice to be number one on somebody's list."
"I'll try you again soon. How are you and Helene getting along? I mean, she seems to like you. And, it is a good job."
"It's a wonderful job, Woody. And Helene and I get along just fine. Anything else?"
"Bitch," he said, genially. "Oh, well, go back to work. I'll try to find somebody I can corrupt. Should be easy this day and age. See you."
She put the phone down and stared at Nancy Norman. She was really very pretty with her big, dark eyes and the perfect little body. Nancy looked to be about nine or ten and Carol suspected that she deliberately dressed in a fashion that contributed to that image. It was not wasted effort, Carol knew. Nancy's little girl beauty and shy desire to please turned her on, too. She could understand Helene's fondness for Nancy, too. She presented the same sort of appeal. She looked to be much younger than her actual age and she supposed that that appealed to Helene enormously.
She wondered if pedophilia might be one of Helene's sexual delights, too. After all, she was rich enough to afford whatever types of entertainment she might enjoy. Carol shivered as she thought about it.
Nancy brought a tray in and they sat for a time and sipped coffee and smoked cigarettes and enjoyed a break from their labors.
"Nancy," Carol said, "would you like to have dinner with me and then come to my place for a while? You know, we could visit and talk and like that."
"I could sleep over, if you'd like me to," Nancy offered.
Carol smiled. She could feel the quick, convul sive stirrings in her loins and she began to tremble.
"I'd like that, Nancy," Carol said.
Nancy's beautiful eyes were glowing and her smile was decidedly blissful.
"We can stop off at my place first so that I can get some things and then we can go to your place," Nancy said. "My car is at my place. Helene picked me up, when I was home last. Then she brought me in this morning. Which you know, of course."
"What shall we do about dinner?" Carol asked. Nancy laughed. "We should eat very sparingly."
Carol sat back and she was amazed by the look of pure lust that was in Nancy's eyes as she gazed at Carol's protruding breasts. Carol began to shiver. She lit a cigarette and her hands were very shaky. She put the lighter down and sucked smoke deep into her lungs, trying to achieve a sense of calm. Nancy was watching her.
"We don't need to bother eating, if we don't want to," Carol said.
Nancy snickered. "Oh, we'll eat. We will gorge ourselves and that stuff is supposed to be very fattening, so, we should worry."
Nancy picked up her coffee cup and she was shaking, too.
She took a sip and then put the cup down again.
"We can go now, if we like," Nancy said. "Why don't we?"
Carol nodded. She was too stirred to talk, suddenly.
Nancy stood. "I've got some things to finish up. I'll get them done and then we can take off. Hurry."
Carol nodded. She watched Nancy walk out into her own office and she could see the svelte, lovely shape of Nancy's pretty little bottom under the fabric of her pants and that turned her on even more wildly. She crushed her cigarette out and then lit another one. She was steaming, seething, turned on thoroughly and she knew that she would have to calm herself.
She went into her private wash room and sat down on the stool. She skinned her slacks down, then her pantyhose and her briefs and then she began to manipulate the smooth, sopping flesh. She came with a massive, convulsive orgasm, as soon as she caressed her little clit and she waited to see if that would calm her. It did not and she used her fingers again. There was a plunger standing beside the toilet, with a painted, polished handle. She washed its length and then she slid it up into her squirming, crawling vagina and began moving it in and out while her fingers worked at her clit and one slipped easily, knowingly into her other hole.
It took her a long while before she was able to calm down and breathe normally. She finally achieved the ultimate orgasm for herself and then she used the wash cloth to cleanse the plunger's handle, then her crotch. It was easy to keep her personal flesh clean and dainty since Nancy had shaved her and she used the depilatory cream that Helene had recommended for her. It was a very new thing with her, of course, but she was adjusting to it all very quickly. She loved being a smoothie. She had learned that that was the term girls who shaved their cunts were called. She was glad to be a smoothie.
She fixed her face and her eye makeup and then she finished up her work and when Nancy came for her, she was ready to leave.
In the car, Carol said, "I got so hot I had to go into the John and do something about me."
"I did, too," Nancy said. "I get stirred up so easily."
They looked at each other then and grinned.
Nancy directed her to the apartment house she lived in. It was a small place, very much like her own, Carol noticed. There was a pool, a lanai, a communal laundry room, and a rec room. Nancy's pad was a two bedroom place on the second floor. She keyed the door open and they went inside and Nancy flicked on the wall switch and the lights came on and brightened up the living room.
The place was rented furnished and its equipment had the worn, seedy look that is always present in such places. Nancy glanced at Carol, she smiled and then headed for the bedroom.
"I won't be long," she said. "I'll just pack fresh things for the morning. You know, clothes for work."
Carol nodded. She went along with Nancy and sat on the edge of the bed. Nancy's bedroom was a pretty place. She had done a lot with frilly cur tains and a matching bed spread. There were flounces in matching material on the vanity table and a clothes hamper. Nancy was obviously quite creative.
She hurried and packed a small bag. Then she stood and she was ready. She smiled at Carol and it was a warm, affectionate smile. It dawned on Carol then that Nancy really liked her very much. That made her shiver with a feeling of delicious warmth.
"Shall I bring Pandora's Box, too?"
Carol stared at her. "What on earth is that?"
Nancy giggled. She went into her closet and came out with a square leather suit case. It was locked and she got the key from her purse. She put the case on her bed, when she unlocked it, Carol saw that there were several tall bottles recessed deeply into the purple velvet depths of the piece. The bottles were filled with lotions and perfumes, it seemed.
"That's a very pretty case," Carol said. "But, I don't think you will need it. I have lots of perfumes and colognes if we think we need some."
Nancy sat down beside Carol on the bed. "This was a present from Helene," she said. "The stuff in those bottles is not perfume. It is some lotions and colognes but you put it on your sex parts and it does beautiful things for you. It drives you right up the walls. Helene is a sensualist and she is expert when it comes to achieving the ultimate in sensations. This is a very nice gift. Just watch."
Nancy did something to the corners of the vel vet partition and it sprang up and flipped to one side, revealing a veritable treasure chest of sexual gadgets cleverly concealed in the reversed wells made by the bottles. There were several flesh colored dildoes and their harnesses, several cute little whips with hard leather pellets at their tips, a couple of folding aluminum rods that would be used for switching. A flat belt with perforations was used for stinging the plump buttocks of those who might react splendidly to such treatment.
There were many gadgets and Carol was especially interested in a set of metal dildoes that were connected to an electric cord. Nancy explained that the twinned dildo was electrified. A girl could insert one prong into each opening and then the current would pulsate and throb deep within the body and induce orgasms of excruciating bliss.
"Helene has lots of goodies," Nancy said. "Just you wait till you get acquainted with them. You just wait."
"I'm tired of waiting."
Nancy smiled. "Shall I bring my little treasures?"
"By all means," Carol said.
Nancy closed the case and then they left the apartment and Carol drove her little car to her apartment and she could see that Nancy liked her apartment. In many ways, it was similar to the nest that Nancy had made for herself, but Carol mentioned that she was going to make some changes and she was beginning to bring home some things from the store. Helene had told her to help herself and charge her purchases to their department.
Carol laughed as she stood with Nancy in the middle of her living room and explained about the changes she would make.
"I have the feeling that I can plunder the whole store and I guess I will do it, too," she said.
"I know. Helene has told me the same thing. But, you just don't know what to take."
"I'll think of things to take, I'm sure," Carol said.
Carol took the black case from Nancy and she led the way into her bedroom. Nancy looked around, admiring the little touches that Carol had added to the room. Carol put the black case down on the floor, then she adjusted the drapes to close out the sunlight. It was a little after three in the afternoon and the room was warm. Carol flicked the switch that started the air conditioner and it began to purr.
"Come on out to the kitchen and I'll fix us a drink. You do want a drink, don't you?"
A shy, self conscious smile made Nancy exceptionally lovely.
"Oh, yes," she said, breathlessly. "Oh, I would like a drink. I'd like one very much."
Carol smiled. "Then you shall have one. And, I will have one, too."
"Oh, goody," Nancy said. They burst into laughter, delighted by their idiotic conversation.
Carol had some vodka left over from a date one night. The bottle was nearly full. Her date had brought it along, determined to ply her with booze and blandishments and somehow, they had never gotten around to more than one drink. Then they talked and he was a very nice guy and he wanted to get laid so badly and she wanted to fool around anyway, so they wound up fucking on the living room carpet. Then, later, she gave him a long-lasting blow job and then he went on his way. He called her several times for another date, but somehow, she just wasn't that much interested in him any more.
There was some diet cola in the refrigerator and they used that to ease the vodka a bit. They sat at the kitchen table and stared at each other's face and superstructure and when Carol bent forward so that she could brush Nancy's full, red lips with her own, she lit a fire that blazed and flared and consumed them.
Nancy moved to meet her and then they were clinging to each other, their lips glued together, their tongues sliding in and out, their bodies shaking with growing lusts and eagernesses that were quickly becoming too intense to endure.
They stood and then they were tightly together, the kitchen table no longer between them, their legs vibrating and quivering like harp strings in a gale. They moved in unison and then they were in the living room and that was as far as they seemed able to manage. Carol slid down onto the carpeting and she dragged Nancy down with her. They were shaking and whimpering like agitated harpies and then they were tearing at each other's clothing. Carol pushed her fingers deep into Nancy's hair and she held the pretty face still while her tongue and her lips plastered wet, gooey kisses on the brunette's eyes and lips and cheeks and then she was handling the sharply pointed breasts, rolling the tiny nipples in her finger tips. Nancy was handling her breasts, too, and the way they were necking and petting and caressing, they might have seemed ludicrous if they were able to stand back and observe themselves, but they did not stand back, they did not observe, they tore at each other like animals in the last stages of extreme estrus and rut.
Carol was dimly aware of her frenzies, her quick questings with fingers and lips and tongues. Presently, she felt the sweetness of Nancy's loins flowing into her mouth, and then she was tasting her, using tongue and nails and squirming lips to induce more and more of the nectars to flow.
She buried her face between the silken thighs and her tongue teased and stimulated flesh with expert zeal and her arms were around the heart shaped hips, her hands were caressing the sensitive buttocks, the delicately sculpted valley between and she felt the body beneath her shaking and twisting and turning as Nancy moved deeper and deeper into the throes of ecstasy.
She was moaning and whimpering.
"I wanted to shower," she said softly, "I wanted to be clean and sweet and fresh for you."
"Me too," Carol said frantically.
And then she was not able to say anything at all. She could smell the subtle fragrances between Nancy's legs, she could taste the fluids that Nancy's orgasms were spilling down onto her avid tongue and then she lost contact with the here and now of things and feasted candidly upon the girl flesh that was so very eager for her efforts.
Nancy moved and shifted and then she was licking and kissing and seeking and when Nancy's tongue finally slipped into Carol's tightly constricted opening, she shuddered and spent herself in a massive spasm that was pure bliss.
They became locked into a fervent sixty-nine and it lasted for a long time. Much too long, perhaps. Carol became aware of her surroundings and she was still licking and tasting Nancy's delicate little cleft, but the fury and the frenzies that robbed her of sanity and awareness was gone. Nancy was eager to move away from her and she could feel the too-sensitive soreness in her own flesh and she could imagine what she had done to Nancy.
She sat up and Nancy did, too, and they looked at each other with sheepish expressions on their faces. Nancy moved her legs and she made a soft, ooohing sound of protest.
"I hurt," she said. She smiled, though, and she wasn't really too worried about her hurts.
"I'm sorry," Carol said. "I had no idea I would become so primitive."
"It's all right," Nancy said. "I guess we both got carried away. Look at me. My clothes are a mess, and I'm a mess. You are, too. But, we'll survive, I'm sure."
Nancy stood and she wavered and her pan tyhose puddled around her ankles and she shucked the wrinkled and abused fabric off. She peeled everything off and then stood naked, and lovely and utterly splendid and Carol, looking up at the classic beauty of Nancy's nude body, felt her mouth watering and she reached out to clasp one of Nancy's legs, to hug it.
Nancy reached down to offer Carol a hand and she took it. She got onto her feet and her legs were shaky and weak. They kissed and she hugged Nancy to her tightly. Then she stepped back so that she could rid herself of her rumpled and displaced clothing.
She sat down on the edge of her couch, naked and sleek and lovely and she used her hands to squeeze and massage some of the soreness out of her breasts. Nancy watched her and she smiled as she offered to do it for Carol.
"It's all right now. They hurt when I get steamed up."
Nancy nodded. "I know. I'm like that, too."
"I guess that all girls are pretty much like that."
Nancy made a sour face. "I think it's especially bad with lesbians."
That statement shook Carol. "We're not lesbians," she said hastily, positively. "We're not lesbians at all."
Nancy tilted her head to one side and she was watching Carol's face with an intent, baffled look.
"I guess I am," Nancy said. "I had a chance to go out on a date tonight. I felt that I would rather be with you. I've heard it said that if you are a girl and you'd really prefer to make out with another girl, then, that makes you a lesbian."
A sudden stab of fear lanced through Carol and she knew that she didn't want to discuss lesbianism with Nancy. Or anyone else. She was not a lesbian. She was sure of that. Maybe bi. But, that was it. She could hack it with a guy in the hay or a girl. Either way, But, not les. Positively not les.
Nancy's delicate little hand rested on her thigh close to the smooth little crease of warm, excited flesh and when Nancy's hands slipped downward to caress, to touch, to probe with expert skill, Carol began to throb and squirm and her brain ceased its preoccupation with the subject of lesbianism. She was hot all over again and when Nancy slid down so that she could kneel between Carol's sleek thighs, she settled back against the cushion and her hands rested upon the soft brown hair and she began to caress the top of Nancy's head. She shivered and her inner muscles tensed and gathered and as Nancy's tongue began to lick and tease the tiny, puckered rosebud, she came, shaking violently, fiercely.
Nancy went on and on with her teasing, tasting, and licking, gluing her clinging wet mouth over the sensitive region, forcing Carol into spectacular responses whenever she wanted to do it.
And then Nancy eased off and she kissed the slippery valley, the swollen clit, and it was a pleasant treat, a mild form of pure delight and she let her go on with it.
And then Nancy stopped altogether and she sat back on her heels and gazed up at Carol, an adoring look on her face.
"I love doing you," she said. "You get so wet, and when you pop you really put out. Helene is like that. Especially when she is in a mean, vicious mood. Helene is very energetic and she gets turned on so easily."
Carol reached for a cigarette. She lit one, sucked smoke deep into her lungs. She let her legs sprawl so that Nancy's fingers could explore and please her, a practice that Nancy could not seem to stop entirely.
"I wonder what Helene is doing right now," Carol said.
"She is probably disciplining Mister Avery. He talked to her on the phone today."
Mister Avery was a new one on Carol. She had never heard of him. Nancy seemed to know him quite well.
"Mister Avery is an artist. He paints portraits and he is very rich. But, he is one of Helene's funky friends. She has him come to her house and he gives her money and they go downstairs to the play room that I showed you. She gets all dressed up in a very fancy leather outfit and then she ties him up and he gets whipped severely and steadily. Sometimes she will work him over for hours. Then he goes to bed and sleeps and when he wakes up he goes home and she puts the money in the bank, I guess."
Carol was astonished, but only mildly.
"She lets you watch?"
Nancy smiled. She got a cigarette, too, and lit it while she was explaining about Mister Avery.
"Helene says that it makes it all nicer for Mister Avery if I watch him getting a whipping. Helene dresses me up like a little girl and then I sit and watch. Sometimes I will eat a lollipop where he can see me. I tried using the whips on him but I'm not at all gifted that way. I'm too tender hearted. Helene is not. She is really good when it comes to abusing the male. But, you will find out about all that soon enough."
Carol sighed. She stood up and helped Nancy to stand, too.
"Let's go into the bedroom and look at those cute little toys you brought ever here. Let's try some of them out. All right?"
Nancy was quite willing to go into the bedroom but she wanted to take a shower and freshen up. Too, she thought that they should have something to eat.
"I'm starved," Nancy said. "I always get hungry if it is good for me. You know. The sex stuff."
Carol grinned. "I'm starved, too."
They went into the kitchen and Carol made some new drinks. Then they piled into the stall shower together and while the warm water cascaded down upon them they soaped each other, lingering to rub soap and water on the soft flesh of breasts and bottoms and then deep in the slits that were already aroused and fevered.
They towelled and then Nancy borrowed a robe so that she could help with fixing something to eat. They knew that they would lose interest in food if they fooled around naked. Nancy admitted that she could not keep her hands off of Carol and she said that she had the same problem. So they bundled up in robes and then worked at fixing sandwiches and soft drinks.
They sat at the table in the kitchen and ate and then Carol made coffee and while they had cigarettes and coffee, they talked about Helene Lorison. Carol was fascinated by what she had heard about Mister Avery and Helene's activities with him.
"I would love to watch that," Carol said.
Nancy shivered. "I watch it. And, I keep getting involved. After a while, I want to be him. Helene whips me sometimes but not like that. He sure gets a lot of fun out of it. She does, too. I can tell, just by watching them."
"He never gets to fool around with you?"
Nancy shook her head. "He never pays any attention to me at all. He goes through a crazy kind of ritual with her. He comes to the house when she lets him and as soon as he gets inside the house, she begins insulting him and saying awful things to him.
"Then she tells him that he has displeased her and she is going to punish him. She is going to punish him severely. He just looks at her and shakes. Then, she will tell me to go downstairs and get the torture chamber ready for a customer.
"I go downstairs and open up the room and air it out. You know, turn on the air conditioning and the lights and then I get undressed and into my little girl clothes. Then Helene comes downstairs with Mister Avery and as soon as she closes the door behind them, she snaps her fingers at him and he drops down onto his knees and then crawls over to her. He kisses her shoe and her foot and then he tries to look up her dress and she gets mad about that.
"After a while, she tells him to sit down and she goes off into the dressing room and she gets into her black leather outfit with the spike heels and the full length boots and when he sees her again, she has a long handled whip in her hands and leather gloves with needles sticking out of the finger tips. There's a lot to the way they do things, but she makes him crawl to her and then she orders him to get undressed and then he has to stand still while she handles his cock and his balls and she keeps sticking him with the needles and then when he gasps, she hits him with the whip.
"Finally, she makes him kneel with his head and his chest in a big arm chair and then she really whips the hell out of him. And, that turns her on really wild.
"She makes him eat her every little once in a while and then she blows him a lot of times. It gets to be very wild and I always pass out and miss a lot of it. By the time I get my head working right again, she is all through with Mister Avery and I have to eat her for hours."
Carol said, "I wonder why she didn't want you over there tonight? Maybe she has a new thing going with Mister Avery."
"Maybe it isn't Mister Avery," Nancy shrugged. She leaned close to kiss Carol. "I don't care about Mister Avery and Helene. I just care about us."
Carol let Nancy help her put the dishes into the washer and then they went into the bedroom and got out of the robes. They tried all of the goodies and that took a long time.
The electrified dildoes became the most popular toy for each of them. They were twin pronged gadgets and one replica of a male penis of respectable size fitted into the vagina and the other fitted into the rectal orifice. Another prong fitted onto the pubic pad and the whole business became electrified and the users could increase the current and the agitation that the machine generated. It was a wild gadget, Carol thought, and she envied Nancy. She mentioned that she would very much like to have one and Nancy told her that she could have the one they were using.
"Won't Helene be upset if you give it away?"
Nancy smiled. "Who's going to tell her?"
They stayed awake for most of the night and they could not seem to get enough of sex. But finally, inevitably, Nancy fell asleep and Carol was alone in the middle of the night and she was not able to sleep. She used her fingers to achieve the orgasm that she had been trying for, and then she stretched out in the bed and she yearned to join Nancy in dreamland.
She lit a cigarette and in the brief flare of light she glimpsed the sweet beauty of Nancy's hips and rounded buttocks and she wondered what it might be like to hurt that lovely flesh, to see the harsh whips bring pain and anguish to such a fine young body. She shivered and put the light out.
She smoked her cigarette and she thought about the things that Nancy had said about lesbianism. Nancy probably was les, but she was not. She would rather make it with a guy any time. Any old time at all. Or would she?
She remembered that Woody Ames had called her and asked for a date. He had offered to take her to dinner, and then make love and it could have been a very different evening. She shivered again as she realized that she had turned him down so that she could spend the evening with Nancy. And she had known that they would make love. Still and all, she was not a lesbian. She would never be a lesbian. Not her.
She put her cigarette out and then she covered Nancy and herself with the bedclothes and as soon as she slid down and got warm, she fell asleep.
They overslept. The alarm went off but she slept through it and Nancy did, too. It was Nancy who finally stirred and looked at the clock. She woke Carol and they got out of bed, into clothes and down to the car in record time.
They punched in two minutes after their starting time.
Nancy came into Carol's office and she was smiling. "I'll send someone out and get us some breakfast. What do you want?"
Carol wanted coffee and Danish and that was all.
While they were eating, Helene came in and she seemed to be very rested, very lovely, very much at ease. She was filled with smiles and she helped herself to a sip of coffee from Carol's cup. She took a cigarette from the tray on the desk and lit it.
"We are going to have to work like little demons, chickadees. Carol is going to Chicago on Monday morning. Perhaps we'll put her on the plane Sunday evening so she can be on the job Monday morning. Between then and now, we have lots of work to do. So, when you bright young people get finished with your late breakfast, come into my office and I'll explain what we will have to do today. And, I want to hear those ideas you spoke to me about, Carol. I am very enthused about some of them."
Helene flashed her smile at each of them and then she turned and went back to her own office.
Gordon Perry walked in and he had a roll of paperwork with him. He looked at Carol with a shy, almost apologetic smile.
"Would you take a look at this layout I've been trying to push, Carol?" he asked.
Carol shook her head from side to side slowly. Her smile was pure apology, at least regretful, she thought.
"Gordon, I don't have the time to look at anything at the moment. Helene was just in here and she wants us both in her office right away to go over some ideas she has for the ad campaign we are working on."
"My project is important, too," Gordon said. "I promised some of our department heads that I would head up a campaign to help them move and I intend to demand some attention."
Carol laughed at him. "You are going in to see Helene and demand that she give you some time?"
Gordon Perry's face turned red. "I should," he said, angrily.
"Get lost Gordon," Carol said genially. "When Helene gets finished with us, I'll call you and then I will take a look at what you are working on, and if I can help you I will."
"Sure you will," he said sullenly. He stood up and then he rolled his paperwork into a tighter scroll and held it in his hands for a moment while he looked down at Carol.
"You call me," he said.
He went out and Carol raised her arms above her head. She glanced at Nancy and was surprised to see the unhappy look on the girl's pretty face. She raised her brow in a motion that asked a question.
"You didn't tell me that you were going to Chicago," Nancy said. She seemed to be hurt because of Carol's oversight.
"I didn't even think of it, Nancy. If you remember, we were very busy. When did I get the chance to talk to you about the immediate future or anything else?"
Nancy giggled at that. "It was fun, wasn't it?
I wish we could both go to Chicago. But, you aren't leaving until Sunday night. Maybe we can do it all again another night this week."
Carol nodded. "Let's go see what our mistress has in mind for us. I have an idea we are going to be in for a rough week. Helene has that look in her eye. And she is in a very good mood. That worries me."
Nancy stood up. She gulped the rest of her coffee and carried the cup out to her own office. Carol went along and then they headed for the suite of offices that Helene had reserved for herself. Claudia Reynolds, Carol's foul mouthed secretary, was in the hallway having some coffee at the secretaries' buffet. She smiled when she saw Carol.
"We have to work with Helene this morning," Carol said. "I guess you'd better hold all calls until I tell you differently."
Claudia nodded. She turned back to the coffee machine and the other girls.
Nancy smiled as she looked at Carol.
"I'll miss you when you go to Chicago. I'll really miss you."
It was an odd thing for her to say, but it made Carol feel appreciated and wanted. It was a nice thing to hear.
Very nice.
SEVEN
She reported for work at the main store in Chicago on Monday morning. Nancy and Helene had put her on the plane and they had spent the day with her, too. And they had done things.
Helene had the boys over, and, probably because they had not had any time together during the week, they made up for it on Sunday. By the time Carol got onto the plane she just wanted to rest, to sleep.
Helene had been sweet to her all week. There were many little instances of affection, many little pats on the hand, the arm, an occasional kiss, she would miss Helene.
She didn't sleep on the plane after all. Once they were airborne, their hostess, too solicitous perhaps, hovered and offered all sorts of goodies.
A drink, a sandwich perhaps, some tea? The movie? Some music?
The girl paused and talked with Carol about the weather in Chicago, and how it would be hot and muggy and how it wasn't safe to walk the streets. Carol noticed after a while that she was the only girl in that section of the cabin who was in the same age bracket with the stew. The girl was just lonesome and wanted to talk to someone.
That was all right with Carol.
Helene had arranged for a limousine and the hotel. Carol had decided that she would not want to stay with the people Helene had mentioned.
"I think that you are right, Carol dear," Helene said. "They are a bunch of sex fiends and you'd never get the chance to do any work. You keep your little brain working on our project and don't think about anything else."
That was not easy to do. Carol had thought of taking her present from Nancy along, the electrified dildoes, but she didn't. Instead, she spent her first night in the hotel room, masturbating like mad while she thought about Helene and Nancy and her last experience with them.
The boys had spent the Sunday with them and she had been startled to notice that Nancy was obviously very fond of Victor. She seemed to enjoy her sexual experiences with him most of all.
She suspected that Nancy was already in love with Victor, or on the way. Well on the way. Wouldn't that be something? Maybe Nancy wasn't as much lesbian as she thought.
She slept eventually, and her dreams were lurid and she was still weary when she awoke. She dressed carefully and then got some breakfast in the hotel's restaurant. While she was still enjoying her second cup of coffee and her third cigarette, a maitre d' came to tell her that the store had sent the limousine for her and it would be waiting for her at the west exit. Carol smiled and thanked the man and he went away again.
Carol was enjoying the V. I. P. treatment. She decided that she would work very hard and try to deserve such treatment.
They were expecting her at the store. She reported to a Miss Laura Gavin, who was in charge of the region's advertising and merchandising. Miss Laura Gavin was a tall, statusque brunette, a girl with delicately sculpted features, tiny, red nailed hands and lovely gray-green eyes. Her smile was slow and when it was finally formed, it sparkled and her eyes twinkled. She virtually glowed when her smile worked right for her. Laura Gavin's secretary greeted Carol and ushered her into the inner sanctum. Laura Gavin stood and offered her little hand and then Carol sat and they eyed each other and then Carol met the older girl's smile.
"You are very young, and very lovely," Laura said. "I am surprised whenever I see a young person in such a big job. But, times are changing and our young people are now very competent. Welcome to Chicago. Have you had breakfast, Carol?"
She nodded. She was dressed in a very expensive, very fetching pantsuit and she was glad.
Laura Gavin was dressed beautifully, too, and she had the slender, well made body of the tennis player, the swimmer, the golfer. Carol thought she might look splendid aboard a prancing horse. She wondered what a girl like Laura Gavin might do for kicks.
The girl was very cordial. She asked about Carol's trip, was it a smooth flight, was she comfortable at the hotel. The usual trivia. Then she got down to business.
Laura Gavin sat back in her chair and she folded her hands on the edge of the desk.
"I thought you might like a guided tour in our affected departments. The girls will model the materials for you, some of the pieces we thought we might want to accent for this area. I can go with you, but, I'd rather not. My calender is clogged and if you can do without me, I'd like that."
The slow, bright smile began, bloomed and then held steady, practically dazzling Carol. She stood and looked at Laura's face.
"That's quite all right," she said.
Laura Gavin touched a button on a console at one corner of her desk, and a tall, skinny girl with enormous glasses came in and stood waiting.
"Elsie, take Miss Kemp over to Lily Gates in women's wear. She'll take it from there." Laura switched her gaze to meet Carol's mildly impersonal stare. "Could we have lunch?"
"I'd like that," Carol said.
"We have our own executive's dining room up on the twenty second floor. I'll meet you there at twelve thirty. All right?"
Carol nodded and then she went off with the skinny Elsie. They went to the seventh floor and she met Lily Gates and she liked the dark haired young woman who seemed to know everything there was to know about her merchandise. She took Carol into all of the departments and Carol got to see the garments and the fabrics.
The time flew and it was not work at all. She loved looking at the pretty clothes and the equally pretty fabrics that they would sell to the do-it-yourselfers. Too, the advertising people in the store had some good ideas and Carol would co-ordinate and help to analyze all of them. In time.
She was late meeting Laura Gavin for lunch, mainly because she forgot about the time. The exec's dining room was a dark place and it took her a moment or two to get her eyes working properly. She found Laura sitting alone in a booth, contemplating a martini. The slow smile came and she sat down and ordered some coffee.
Laura Gavin sipped at her martini. She put the glass down and held on to it with slender, red tipped fingers.
"Well?" she asked.
"I've been looking around," Carol said. "Of course, we've already looked at the tapes that we have on most of what you have. Now we have to think of clever ways to merchandise it, and to tie in the store with the ad campaign. It is our hope that we can make people think of us as the headquarters for the needs of those who are in the mainstream of the living. The good old fun loving buyers."
Laura's manufactured smile disappeared and a real one flashed across her face as she looked at Carol.
"You must know how you sound," she said.
Carol grinned. "Yeah. Like what the hell have you folks been doing all this while. How have you ever gotten along without me. But, you know what I mean."
"Sure I do," Laura Gavin said. She sat back and examined Carol's face very minutely, very intently.
"You are very lovely, Carol," Laura Gavin said. "But, I think I am afraid of you. It worries me when I think of the awesome clout you have. I have worked here for many years. I get thirty five thou a year, plus fringe benefits and expense allowances. It worries me that a little snip like you can fire me. Just like that. You can look at me and say, You're fired, Laura. Go home. Good bye.' Just like that."
Carol chuckled. "How many of those have you had?"
Laura made a face. "I never drink more than one and I don't usually finish it, anyway. I just like a few sips to make my mouth clean and fresh so I can taste my food."
Carol sat back and lit a cigarette. She looked around, able to see clearly now. There were a lot of people in the big room.
"I could pick up a gun and shoot you dead, too," Carol said. "But I won't. Good, capable executives are not that easy to get. Helene Lorison simply thought that if I came and talked with you and others like you in the other regions, you would all know that management was working with you, trying to take some of the burden on, too. That's all. I want to help you, if I can."
Laura smiled. "Sure," she said. "But, don't go swimming with me. I'll drown you, I know."
Carol laughed at that and then they were friends.
She stayed at the store for three days and then Helene called her at the hotel and she was so glad to hear from Helene. She wept after she got off of the phone and that was shocking to her. She was not a weeper by nature.
She went to the Miami store and it was pretty much the same. Checking merchandise, talking with the people who would be entrusted with the ad campaign in the local area, and then she got a call from Helene again and this time, she wept, frankly and openly, and, Helene sensed her distress.
"Why on earth are you bawling?" Helene asked.
Carol sniffled. "I miss you. I do. Isn't that awful?"
Helene was silent for a moment and the line crackled and seethed with electronic eagernesses.
"You finish up there tomorrow morning," Helene said. "I'll arrange hotel reservations and have you picked up. I'll see you tomorrow night in New York and we'll tackle that place together. Would you like that, dear?"
"Oh, yes," Carol said. "Oh, yes."
"All right, dear, you get to bed now and dream sweet dreams of me and I'll see you tomorrow at the hotel."
Carol was virtually ecstatic after she put the phone down. She would be so glad to see Helene. There was so much they would talk about. She was sure that Helene would be pleased with the ideas that she had developed. She had written many notes and some of her ideas were quite clever. She was sure of that.
She was too excited to sleep, she knew. She decided to take a shower. She had the water massage nozzle in position because she liked to feel, the heavy, spurting water on her back. Now she faced it and the warm water beat against her breasts intermittently, against her suddenly sensitive nipples and she could feel the quick lovely stirrings deep within her midsection. She slid down onto the floor and placed her feet against the shower's wall. She hiked her hips upwards so that the water was beating down between her legs, teasing her clit, turning her on fiercely. And then it was making her come and it was a lovely experience. She kept at it for a long, long time. She slept very well when she finally got finished with the shower. She didn't even dream. Not that she could remember.
She was happy the next day and those with whom she was working noticed. When she explained that she was leaving at once for New York, her new friends at the store accused her of being exceptionally happy because she was going to leave them. That was not true at all and she finally convinced them.
Helene had made her reservations for the flight and the hotel and the limousine. It all went smoothly and she arrived at the hotel in New York, not at all tired. She went to the desk to check in and the clerk was very polite, very much impressed by her and her good looks.
"It is very nice to have you with us, Miss Kemp," he said. "You are to share a suite with Miss Lorison. She is waiting for you. You may go right up."
Carol felt the swift, happy lurching of her heart and she yearned to run, to hurry to Helene.
"Thank you," she said. She smiled at the clerk, took her key and went to one of the elevators.
Helene opened the door for her and they fell into each other's arms. Helene hugged her, then they kissed and then Helene closed the door. Carol's luggage was already in the suite, she noticed. The bags were standing on the living room floor.
She looked at Helene's beautiful face and the temptation to cry was just too much. She began to weep and Helene put her arms around her. There was an odd, contemplative look in Helene's lovely eyes as she hugged Carol to her tightly.
"Hush, baby," she said, softly, soothingly. "There is no need for tears. Why, Carol, dear? Why are you crying?"
Carol's face twisted out of shape and she wailed.
"I'm so glad to see you," she said, raggedly. "That's crazy. I'm just so glad to see you."
"Of course you are, dear," Helene said. "But now hush, and let me see how you look. After all, I've missed you, too."
Helene led her into the huge bathroom and then she used a wash cloth with cold water against her eyes as a compress and when she opened her eyes to look at Helene she got a shock'.
Helene's robe was wide open and her nude body was available and the urge to reach out, to touch the delicate flesh, to kiss the delicate flesh, was overpowering. Helene stepped closer and she could smell the subtle fragrance of Helene's sex and that was overpowering, too. Helene stood, looking down at the top of her head and she knew that she was shivering.
"Can you wait, dear," Helene said softly, "or do you want to make love to me now?"
Carol sobbed. "Oh, Helene," she breathed. She slid to her knees and then she was licking the wet, warm flesh, tasting the heady, invigorating juices that Helene was exuding for her and she was shaking, her own loins were pulsating and quivering and excreting with great zeal and that amazed her.
Her hands were caressing Helene's sleek, satiny buttocks, the inner thighs and the sweet little opening that hid deep between the lovely rounds of superb flesh. And then Helene put her long fingers into Carol's hair and she twisted them and Carol barely stifled a scream of pure anguish. Helene pulled her head back and her smile was almost evil.
"Stop, dear," she said. "Come into the bedroom. If you are going to suck my cunt for me, let me lie down and enjoy it."
Helene took her hand and helped her up onto her feet. Helene was smiling a bright, cruel little smile and she was being mean to her and Carol knew that this was something new. Helene was hurting her with the grip she had on Carol's tiny hand. Helene led the way into the bedroom, she shucked her robe and then sat down on the edge of the bed. She pulled Carol down beside her. The room's lights were out and the bed light was the only one on. It made Helene's blonde loveliness unbelievably spectacular.
Helene leaned forward and kissed her and Carol shivered. Her lips were wet with the juices of Helene's crotch but she didn't seem to care. Helene's mouth squirmed and shifted against her lips as she spoke to Carol.
"You've become a very gifted cunt lapper, Carol, dear, and now I want you to go down on me and suck me off for hours. Now please me, dear. You know you like to please me."
Helene moved away then. She laid back against the pillows and opened her long, lissome legs. Carol was on fire, her ardor and appetites whetted and increased by Helene's treatment of her. She sat for a time, staring at Helene, crying, the tears sliding down her cheeks.
Helene said, "I love it when you cry. That turns me on wildly. I will hurt you often and you will thrive on pain because that's the way I am and that's the way you are. People can't change the way they are, can they, dear?"
Carol was incapable of speech. She shook her head. Helene smiled as she reached out to open Carol's blouse, to rip the expensive bra to shreds. Carol's breasts were tingling and burning and they felt heavy and runny. Her nipples were hard as bullets and much too pink. Helene's hands were hurting her, squeezing the sore flesh and then Helene's fingertips captured her nipples and her nails cut into them deeply and Carol cried out in pain. Helene's hand flashed out and slapped Carol's face and she nearly fell off the bed. Helene was angry with her and that terrified her.
"You are never permitted an outcry when I am with you," Helene said coldly, furious with her. "Can you understand that? Can you accept that?"
Carol wept and sobbed with a fresh burst of agony. She nodded her head and Helene's hands cupped her breasts and hurt them and it was all right. She stifled a gasp and Helene's hands hurt her again. She was dimly conscious of Helene's purpose. She had read about such people. They worked diligently to erode the dignity, the defenses of their prey and then they were slaves and servants, constantly obsequious, frantically eager to please, to delight. She didn't want to become anyone's slave. She didn't want to be Helene's slave, but she didn't want to ever be without Helene either.
Helene's nails bit down into the red meat of her nipples and the quick, lancing pain made Carol come with a copious discharge that drenched her inner thighs and her valley and she squirmed as another one began.
"I don't like to be kept waiting, Carol," Helene said.
Carol nodded dumbly, she moved so that she could hunker down on her knees between the lush white thighs. She could see that Helene was flowing heavily and steadily as she parted the pale pink petals of supersensitive flesh. She covered the smooth trench with her mouth and Helene began to move her hips up and down and then the blonde girl was twisting and turning and making soft, mewling sounds as ecstasy claimed her.
It went on and on for hours and Carol enjoyed it. As much as Helene, probably, because her adored golden girl was with her and she was pleasing her, bringing her great joy and that was very important to her.
They never did get around to having dinner. They slept the sleep of the sated finally, and when Carol became aware of things again, it was morning and she and Helene were on the bed and still had her clothes on. They were ruined, she supposed, but she just didn't care. She sat up and looked for her cigarettes. She lit one and then she stood at the foot of the bed, looking at Helene's nude body, admiring its flawless beauty. Helene shifted her legs and they were splayed and her sexual cleft was parted slightly, the pink flesh peeking out at her. She could see the smooth, bald pubis, kept that way by the use of a good depilatory, the fat crease that concealed the place of torment. There was something compelling, exciting about the sight of Helene's most intimate flesh. The urge to feast upon her anew was becoming alive and uncontrollable again.
She turned away from Helene and went into the bathroom.
She brushed her teeth and began her morning duties and then she looked at her watch. It was time to wake Helene if they were going to go to the store and work. She faced herself in the mirror and she remembered the horrid things that Helene had said to her and the fierce joy she had known when she was making love to Helene. Her face turned red and she bathed it with cold water.
Just as she was about to go into the bedroom and wake Helene, she saw the beautiful face in the mirror. Helene was stark naked and her golden hair was shining and there was a look of utter contentment in the big green eyes. Her smile twinkled at Carol and she patted her on the head.
"Good morning, my pet," Helene said. "How do you feel this bright and lovely morning?"
Carol smiled. "All right, I guess," she said.
Helene bent forward to kiss the back of Carol's neck.
"Go get me a cigarette with a light on it, dear," she said.
Carol went back into the bedroom. She lit the cigarette and took it to Helene. The blonde girl was on the toilet and while Carol watched, she opened her legs and let Carol watch the stream that she unleashed. She smiled up at Carol.
"I think I'd like you to start off my day for me in the very nicest way. Hurry dear, do me right away."
Helene slid her bottom out to the edge of the seat and then Carol knelt and began licking the warm salty flesh. Helene was easy to do. She reacted instantaneously and with great joy. Carol did not think about what she was doing, she enjoyed herself, too. And, it worried her to realize that she came as frequently as Helene did. That was something for her to think about, but at another time.
Finally, Helene was sated and she let Carol get up. They showered and dressed and the limousine waited for them at the rear of the hotel.
In the car, Helene was very much the lovely, successful executive. She smiled at Carol as she leafed through some of the papers she had taken from her attache case.
"I am very pleased with you, Carol," Helene said. "Very pleased. Now, we will talk with the people we must deal with, but I will leave you at noon. I have someone coming in to see me at the hotel. A very dear friend, an old friend. So, I will leave you to carry on. You can manage, I know."
Carol nodded. She was already thinking about the problems that they would deal with in the New York area. The weather was always a factor. They would have to get some long range predictions so they would know just when to saturate the TV screen with their campaign. But, that was normal procedure. She glanced at Helene and shivered. She wished sometimes that she had never met Helene and when that thought crossed her mind, she felt a sense of panic immediately afterwards. She was becoming indecisive about Helene and that was not good. That was not good at all.
The New York people were very glad to see Helene. Those in charge of the merchandising problems and the upcoming ad campaign had spent a lot of time on the phone with Helene and they were ready to go. The weather was ideal and they had names for the various lines they wanted to accent and the whole area was already drenched by word of mouth advertising and some mentions in the columns. The P. R. people were behaving like mastiff's held too tightly on the leash. Helene called a meeting and everyone interested filed into the auditorium on the seventeenth floor and Helene lectured them, explaining that what they did would affect all of the other stores and so they would have to wait for the word.
And then Helene left. They all treated her like royalty and Carol supposed, as far as the personnel of the store was concerned, Helene Lorison was royalty.
She had much work to do with those in charge of the campaign and she was glad that she and the others worked well together. It was late in the afternoon when Helene called her at the store.
"Come home now, Carol," Helene said. "I am waiting for you. I am so lonely, so desolate."
Carol said, "I thought you had a date with an old friend."
"I did, dear. He just left. Now I'd like you to come to me and hurry. Say good bye to everyone at the store because we are flying home as soon as you get here."
Carol said all right and then she put the phone down. She explained to the department head she was working with at the moment that her work in the east was done and she would have to leave to fly back to California.
The limousine took her back to the hotel and she found Helene stretched out on the bed, her wine-red robe not really shielding her nudity at all. Her legs were crossed tightly together. She had a funny look in her eyes as she smiled up at Carol.
"Come to bed, dear," Helene said. "I want you naked, my dear. You are going to make love to me and I want to feel the silky warmth of your skin against my own. And, if it pleases me to enjoy you too, I want you accessible. Now, hurry, dear. Don't keep me waiting."
A sense of impending excitement swept over Carol and she was eager to undress. Helene sat up and watched as she began getting out of her clothes. It galled her to notice that her nipples were already cherry red and as hard as stones. Helene could affect her so effortlessly. She was glad, too, that Helene could enjoy the things that she was learning to do so well.
Helene sat on the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor her thighs far apart. Carol was naked and she knelt on the floor between Helene's knees and when Helene caressed the top of her head and the soft, warm palms caressed her cheeks, Carol shivered with savage and yearning urgings.
Helene was wet, her thighs slick, and slippery and she began licking the material, tasting it, savoring it. She knew quickly that Helene had gotten herself fucked by her old friend and Helene had saved the fruits of their union for Carol. She shook violently as she slid her mouth over the feverish well and then she was feasting, a glutton at the banquet table and she knew it. ' Helene bent forward so that her hands could cup Carol's breasts. She was caressing them, then hurting them. And then Carol's eagerness and talent forced her into a massive orgasm and she began to move her hips and her bottom and Carol's hands were everywhere, caressing the pendant breasts, the firm curves of buttocks and hips and Helene was ablaze with wild sexual agitations and she leaned back onto the bed and pulled Carol onto the bed with her.
They wound up in a frantic sixty-nine and Helene was ardent and eager and insatiable. They drained each other and then Helene was pushing her away and she was sure that she had displeased Helene. The blonde girl stood up and went to the bureau. She came back to the bed with a long handled hair brush that was part of her traveling set. She put one knee on the bed and then she told Carol to turn over.
"You have displeased me, Carol," she said, coldly. "I am going to punish you."
Carol turned over and she knew that she was presenting her plump, virginal buttocks rather fetchingly. Helene raised her arm and then the back of the hair brush descended upon one of Carol's pretty buttocks and she stifled a yelp of pure agony as the heat and the pain raced through outraged flesh. Helene hit her again and again and her bottom was burning and blazing and she was convulsing with the wildest, most glorious orgasm she had ever known. She could remember the days with Sharon and Kevin Gordon, and Sharon had loved inducing pain in her and she had responded but nothing like the way she was behaving now. Her body was glowing and tingling and smarting and it was inducing sexual ecstasies of unbelievable splendor and she knew, finally, that she would always be at the mercy of Helene and her hideous tools of anguish and erotic misery.
She flaked out, conscious that the sensations Helene induced in her gentle flesh, were just too intense to endure. When she awoke, she was sprawled on her belly, her buttocks were seething as Helene massaged a thick cream into them. She bent and planted a kiss on each one as she worked.
Carol stirred and Helene slapped the swollen globes and Carol said ouch.
"You'll be all right, Carol," Helene said gaily. You've had yourself quite a time. But, I suppose you know. I had no idea you would react so beautifully to a little spanking. Now, I'm going to take you home and we are going to spend the week-end in my own little hideaway and if you had a nice time here, you are going to really enjoy your future. And so am I."
Helene's hands began rubbing her bottom again and Carol was too agitated to say anything. Her buttocks were tingling and it was a delightful feeling. She was getting to the point where she could enjoy anything.
Helene got up and came back to her with a bottle of lotion in her hands. She poured some into her palm, then she rubbed her palms together and she massaged the lotion into the valley between the abused buttocks. Her finger slipped into Carol's cunt and she felt the lotion burning her flesh and she began to squirm and writhe on the bed. Helene put a finger into the other opening and that one hurt even worse.
"It will stop hurting in a moment," Helene said. "Then it will make your whole sexual spectrum tingle and smart and glow for hours. All the way back to the coast. And, by the time I am ready to get at you and really use you, you will be ready. Now tell me that you appreciate what I am doing for you. Say thank you, Helene."
Carol, her whole body ablaze with delicious inner flames and agitations did as she was told to do.
"Thank you, Helene," she said. Helene smiled at her.
EIGHT
It was early in the morning on Saturday when their plane put down at L. A. airport. Helene had left her car there and they got into that and Helene drove them to her place.
It was early and they talked little. When they put the car away and went inside Helene's house, she turned to smile at Carol.
"Would you fix us some coffee, dear?" she asked. "I'm going to have to make some calls and arrange our lives for the next few days. I don't intend to stir out of this place. But, I do want to talk to Nancy and have her come by. Nancy is very good at helping me and I want her to be here with us. You like Nancy. You know you do."
Carol was not entirely alert about things. She was still in a state of sexual agitation, a state that Helene had induced in her back in New York. Now she was an automaton, able to walk and talk and breathe but her brain was sidetracked and her body was in a constant state of concupiscence and she was enjoying her inner fulminations.
She went into the kitchen of Helene's beautiful house and began making coffee. She wondered if Helene would want eggs or toast or anything else. When she called out to ask her, Helene said she just wanted coffee.
When the coffee was ready she fixed a cup the way she knew Helene liked it and carried it into the work room. Helene was talking with someone and she smiled at Carol as she put the cup on the desk. Helene reached out to put her palm against Carol's pubic plane. She moved her hand and caressed the place of growing torment. Her smile brightened as she finished her call and put the telephone down.
"We will have such good fun, dear," Helene promised. "Now have yourself some coffee and if you're hungry, eat. We will be busy with fun and games all day and all night, too. I feel very ambitious and I hope to enjoy my day with you."
Carol didn't answer. There was nothing for her to say. She went to the kitchen and drank some coffee and that seemed to help her achieve a feeling of reality. And she wanted to keep her wits about her, but she was not sure just why that was important. She wondered if there were drugs in the lotions that Helene had used on her in New York. She was in a dazed condition but she could often manage that by just turning on.
Or by using a little grass. Come to think of it, she liked doing both.
She decided that she would stop trying to think things out and simply enjoy her visit with Helene. She was so sure that Helene cared about her. She knew that she loved Helene deeply, hopelessly, irrevocably, and she was sure that the blonde girl felt the same way about her. She was very sure. That was all that mattered at the moment.
There were cigarettes in the kitchen and she sat at the table smoking, listening to the sound of Helene's voice, barely audible, in the work room. She poured another cup of coffee for herself and she was glad, in a way, that the coffee seemed to be affecting her and straightening out her head.
She heard the door chimes and a moment later Nancy was with her in the kitchen. Nancy was glad to see her and she wanted coffee and she sat and talked with Carol and she kept saying that she was so glad that Helene and Carol were home again.
"We're going to have an orgy," Carol said. Her smile was crooked and she was grateful when Nancy reached out and patted her hand. Nancy was not very worried.
"We'll survive," she said.
Helene came into the kitchen. She was smiling. She had her coffee cup in her hand. She put it down on the countertop and helped herself to a cigarette from the pack on the table.
"I've invited the boys to spend the week-end with us," Helene said. She bent and kissed Nancy's soft young mouth. "I'm so glad to see you again, Nancy dear. I've missed you. I'm sure Carol missed you, too."
"Of course I did," Carol said.
"I've asked the boys to come and spend some time with us and I know we will have a grand time of it. Nancy dear, why don't you take Carol downstairs to our dungeon and get her in the mood to enjoy our little party. I will be along after the boys get here."
Nancy smiled. "All right," she said.
She stood up and Carol stood up and Helene smiled at them and they went out of the kitchen. Carol was aware that she was going to see the room she had heard so much about and in a way she was glad. Then again, she was fearful, too.
Nancy led the way downstairs to the play room and before they reached the flush set door in the far wall, a buzzer rasped and the door opened inward and the lights came on.
Nancy said, "Helene does that from upstairs. No one gets into the other room unless that's the way she wants it."
They were walking across the carpeted floor of the playroom and Carol wondered how Mister Avery might feel as he approached the torture chamber. Excitement and awesome anticipation were alive and throbbing within her. She was going to spend time in the private playroom with Helene and Nancy and the boys and she would not have to pay for the privilege. Mister Avery had to pay. She would have to keep that in mind.
The inner play room was a large room and there were many benches and two large beds. There were drapes on the walls and when Nancy activated a switch, they gathered at the corners of the walls and Carol could see that there were mirrors everywhere, even on the ceilings.
The big beds were the mechanized kind. They would fold and place the human body into any kind of posture. There were black leather upholstered benches and racks and she got to see all of the pieces as she wandered around the room with Nancy.
"This one is Helene's special pet," Nancy said, smiling.
They were standing in front of a bed about the size of the average twin bed. It was upholstered in black leather and seemed able to move in many ways, very much like the examining table in the doctor's office.
Nancy smiled as she plucked a black square from the lower portion of the bed. She pressed a button and a mechanical arm moved up and shifted into position. The arm had twin dildoes mounted on it and Nancy shivered as she explained that the gadget could drive a person right out of their mind.
"Helene has all sorts of attachments for that thing," she said. "And, she likes to lie on her stomach and let the machine fuck her for hours. There are wells for her boobs and she puts them into these little holes and there are attachments that fit around the nipples and the rosettes and they feel just like hot little mouths sucking at the breast. I like that. I guess any girl would."
There were several whipping benches, also mechanized. Nancy explained how a person could be put into the rack and then dealt with easily. There were switches on consoles and one bench that Nancy showed her would permit the "victim" to start out on his knees in the contraption, then he would be raised on his belly in a way that made his most sensitive parts available to switch or straps or whips, another switch would roll the "victim" over onto his back and then everything would be quite accessible. Another switch would force the legs and the knees wide apart, another switch would close them.
"Poor Victor," Nancy said. "He spends a lot of time in that one. Helene likes to get dressed up and beat the hell out of everybody and then when she gets everybody working on everybody else, she gets onto that table of hers and relaxes while the mechanical dildoes really drive her up the walls. She has all kinds of attachments for it, many different sizes of you know what's, too. And she can energize the dildoes so that they drive a person wild."
There was a bathroom with twin stall showers, two blush pink toilets with built in bidets, a recessed bath tub, the same shade of passionate pink, and twin wash stands. It was very obviously a voluptuary's bathroom and there were many mirrored cabinets containing vials and flagons and jars of creams and unguents. Nancy washed her hands in the nearest wash basin and then she turned to look at Carol. Her smile was warm and there was a soft, dreamy look in her eyes.
"I'm so glad you're home again," she said.
Carol stepped close so that she could plant a warm kiss on the sweet young lips in front of her. Nancy hugged her and she hugged Nancy and then they were clinging to each other, shaking.
They were still hugging each other when Helene came downstairs with the three young men. Victor was wearing a sheepish look on his handsome face and Carol noticed that he glanced at Nancy with a quick, adoring look. It was very apparent that he and Nancy had fallen in love. She watched Nancy too, and the look in the little brunette's eyes-confirmed Carol's suspicions.
Helene said, "Our little Nancy and Victor have fallen in love," Helene said. "Or did you know?"
Carol shook her head. Allan and Norman, the other boy, stood waiting. Helene motioned with her hand, indicating that they should undress and they moved quickly to obey her. Victor kept looking at Nancy and she kept looking at him and Helene was watching the two of them. She was wearing a gold lame pantsuit that clung to her body and showed off every part of it. It was a jumpsuit, really, and Helene looked gorgeous in it. She seemed to know it.
"Norman," Helene said with a bright, phony smile, "come along with me. You know what I am going to do to you."
Carol was trembling, filled with a growing sexual excitement as she watched Norman move along with Helene toward the vicious looking whipping rack that Nancy had told her about earlier. Norman was stark naked and someone had shaved his pubic hair, and in spite of his stiff cock, he looked a bit like a little boy. Carol looked at the others and she saw that they were shaved too.
Later she was to learn that the boys were shaved so that they could get the full benefit of some of the lotions and unguents that Helene rubbed on them to keep them constantly aroused, constantly interested and eager to perform.
Carol watched as Norman knelt and allowed Helene to tie his hands behind his back. Then he bent forward and a leather yoke fitted into place imprisoning his neck. Clamps went around his knees and his ankles and he was utterly helpless. Helene picked up the console and pressed one of its buttons. Norman's knees parted and the mechanicism moved his ankles, too. Another button raised the platform up and Helene smiled at Carol as she opened a drawer in the rack and got out a small envelope containing a rubber. Helene rolled it down over Norman's huge cock and she looked at Carol as she did it.
"Norman reacts beautifully to the things I do for him and he does come very often. This way he won't waste any of his honey and there won't be any mess."
Helene turned to put her hands on Carol's blouse. She began unbuttoning it. "Now we are ready for you."
Carol became naked in a hurry and she was very much aware of Helene's hands and her nails and the way they were hurting her. There was another whipping rack and she was fitted into that. The rack that was being used for her had obviously been designed for female tortures because there was a yoke for her neck, nothing in front of her breasts, and small, curved pads to fit under her hip bones and her knees and ankles. She was hideously helpless and completely at the meroy of her tormenters.
Helene opened another drawer and then she was rubbing a creamy lotion on Carol's breasts and crotch and her finger slipped into each opening, carrying some of the cream with it. Carol began to seethe and writhe immediately. The cream was an irritant and she was hurting, but in a way that was not nearly so agonizing as it might have been.
Helene went to Norman and she rubbed some of the cream on him. She finished and put the lotion away.
"That will keep you interested while I change," Helene said, smiling. "Now Nancy, you and the boys sit down and wait until I am ready for you."
Helene moved off out of sight and Carol tried to concentrate upon what was happening to her. She was not at all uncomfortable. The rack that she was in had been designed very cleverly, and the rods and pads that dealt with her weight did their work at various points that were somewhat remote from the erogenous zones. She thought that such planning was very close to genius. Maybe it was pure genius. She had often heard it said that many people who were exceptionally preoccupied with sex and its sensations were often brilliant, many were probably geniuses. She was quite willing to believe that.
She looked upwards and glanced at herself in the mirrors. She enjoyed looking at her nude body and something about her helplessness and the weird, crawling sensations that the cream induced were making her more and more excited and she could feel the juices that she was excreting sliding down her inner thighs.
She heard the sharp staccato sound of heels and she looked up into the mirrors and got quite a shock. Helene was close to her now but she looked stunning in her costume.
The bright golden hair was combed and shaped into a page boy style and the black leather corset hugged the narrow waist and made the lovely hips even more girlish and appealing. Helene's breasts were poking their pink noses through cut outs in her costume's bodice. The buttocks were bared, the pubic valley covered by a tiny triangle of black leather. The glorious legs were encased in form fitting boots and the heels had six inch spikes. Helene wore long, black leather gloves and her fingertips protruded from them. Each finger had a needle in its tip. She wore a wide leather belt around her middle and there were whips of various sizes and types dangling from hooks.
Helene went over to Norman. She began turning a knurled knob that was part of the yoke and the chin rest moved and forced Norman's face upward. Then Helene did that same thing to her. Her face was tilted up and she could look at her self in the mirrors. It surprised her to realize that she was weeping. Norman was weeping, too.
Helene flashed a sweet smile at Carol as she adjusted the chin rest, forcing Carol's face upwards.
"I like to watch my victims when they weep and suffer. I enjoy that very much. Now I shall begin to punish Norman and then it will be Victor's turn, and then Allan. And, just when you are sure that you can't stand the suspense another minute, then I will give you some attention, too."
It began then. Helene seemed to know how to deal with Norman and she used her hands on him and her fingertips, too.-When he was aroused to the point of bursting, she began on him with whips and thongs and straps and Norman became a sobbing, shuddering wretch in a short span of time. Carol watched, enjoying it all, and then, Helene began on her and that drove her crazy.
She knew that the true voluptuary, the true hedonist, was always looking for new and more interesting ways of increasing the thrills and sensations of sexual activity and Carol had to accept the belief that Helene had become expert.
She reached a stage where the outraged flesh seethed and tingled and smarted and sensation became too much to tolerate and she flaked out. When she came out of it, she was on a big mattress on the floor and Norman was eating her, noisily, eagerly. Helene was busy with the others. Victor was being punished and Helene seemed to be especially vicious and inventive with him. She seemed to dislike Victor particularly and her treatment of him seemed to be exceptionally brutal. But he did not seem to mind.
Carol flaked out again and when she became aware of things again she saw that Helene had doffed her costume and was on her belly on the leather table and the twin dildoes were moving in and out of her excited openings while the little simulated mouths teased and titillated her breasts. Nancy and Allan were screwing on the mattress beside her and Allan was moving his cock in and out of Helene's eager mouth. Carol noticed then that she and Nancy were necking while she was being serviced by the two boys.
Helene was enjoying a perverse joy out of making Victor stand and watch his beloved being used and abused by the other boys. That was Helene's thing, Carol knew. Still, she didn't mind.
Carol felt a quick, fleeting sense of shame as she realized that she was having a wonderful time. Her sensations were becoming more and more intense and she had experienced ecstasies that had been unimagined. She would always be grateful to Helene for her visit to the play room. She would always love Helene no matter what she might do.
She flaked out and when she woke again most of the day was gone and Helene was on the mattress with them and she was sucking Victor's cock while Nancy straddled his face and he was eating her.
Norman was eating Helene and Allan was eating Carol so it was a very busy time for a while.
They wearied and Helene suggested that they have some food and then some rest and then they could begin all over again. Helene rolled over so that she could put her mouth on Carol's lips and she was squeezing bruised flesh and Carol realized that her breasts were sore and tender and her bottom too. Her inner depths were also alive with pain. Helene must have given her a real going over. She clung to Helene and her mouth was ardent and she just didn't care what Helene would do to her.
They got up and used the showers and the bidets and then they went upstairs and the girls began making some sandwiches.
Helene handed some vitamins around and she was in a very good mood. At the moment she loved everybody.
"It is nice that we can take the day off," Carol said. She smiled at Helene and poured some coffee for those already sitting at the kitchen table.
"Gordon is minding the store," Helene said. "He is always so eager to take over and run things. When I told him that he could be in charge of our department over the weekend and handle things, he acted like I had made him a king."
"Poor Gordon," Carol said. "I hate him, but I kind of like him, too, if you know what I mean."
Helene smiled. "I really don't think about him that much. I think I'd like to put him into one of our training racks and spend some time with him, but, I don't suppose that I will ever get around to doing anything about that. I guess it is just one of my fantasies. I've got lots of them."
No one answered her. The boys asked if they could go for a swim in the pool while they waited for some food and Helene nodded. Helene's sharply pointed breasts were much too pink and there was a shiny look in her pretty eyes. She was still very much turned on. Carol shivered as she realized that she was too. Nancy was moving around, setting plates and glasses on the table and Nancy was almost catatonic in her movements and in the way she looked. Her face had the puffy look of too much sleep and her eyes had the shiny, unfocused stare of the sexually aroused.
Helene was looking at her and that was making Carol nervous. She dropped a plate and it shattered. Helene's hand flashed out and slapped her cheek and it hurt and Carol felt the quick sting of tears in her eyes. Helene was angry.
"You stupid bitch," Helene said viciously, "watch what you are doing. That was not a cheap plate. Now clean it up."
Carol was weeping as she stooped and used the dust brush and the dust pan to clean up the mess. Nancy was looking at her and Nancy was weeping too. The tears were streaming down the little brunette's cheeks and she was suffering with empathy. She had felt Carol's pain too, probably.
The food was soon ready and Helene went out to call the boys in and then they ate. And then it was time to return to the basement playroom again. Helene decided that Carol was going to spend some time on the mechanical bed. Carol stretched out on her stomach and Helene adjusted the mechanical dildoes to fit Carol's body and then she adjusted the breast-mouths and when Helene turned the whole thing on it was pure bliss. The big dildoes moved in and out in her and she could use a gadget control to make them move faster or slower. She could energize them with electrical current that would pulsate and throb in her and increase her pleasure.
The little wet cups that sucked at the rosettes and her nipples felt like little tongues set in clinging, sucking mouths and it all became ecstasy and she relaxed and enjoyed it all. With the controls she had at hand, she could work it so that the dildoes moving in her could be speeded up when she wanted an orgasm, she could adjust the thrust to ram them deep into her loins when she was ready to pop. It was easy for her to keep herself on the edge of ecstasy and simply enjoy it all.
She liked to keep her senses and she liked to watch the others. Helene was sprawled on the mattress and she was using the boys, one at a time, while Nancy sucked her breasts and made ardent love to her, too.
Helene was insatiable. She finally shifted Nancy's mouth downward and while Nancy made love to her, she devoured the boys again, one by one, gorging herself on the products of their loins.
In time, Helene slid into slumber. She fell asleep where she was and Carol was grateful to Nancy when she was finally released. She sat up and took the cigarette that Nancy handed her. Nancy stepped close and then her sweet lips kissed Carol and they embraced. Nancy made a cute little face as she looked at the others, sleeping peacefully on the mattress. They were all used up and Carol and Nancy were the only survivors.
"We might as well go to bed, too," Nancy said.
Carol swung her legs over to the side of the bed she had been on. She stood and, even after a dozen massive orgasms, she was still able to walk and her legs seemed to be sturdy.
Nancy led her over to one of the big beds that could do so many mechanical things. They stretched out and Nancy put her hands on Carol's breasts and she caressed them. Then she kissed them and Carol was aroused anew.
They turned into each other's arms and then they were necking like high school kids on a hot date. They moved and squirmed against each other and then she was down between Nancy's legs and Nancy was between her legs and she felt Nancy's tongue caressing her clit and sliding into her body and she popped, as easily, as quickly as that.
She began to taste Nancy and she realized that one of the males had obviously serviced her quite adequately but she just didn't care. She loved Nancy dearly, she was very fond of all of the others, and of course, she loved Helene with an unfailing passion and adoration that simply became more intense as time passed. She loved Nancy, too, but in a different way.
Nancy's efforts drove her out of her skull and her frenzies became more and more active and she was sure that she would wake those who were sleeping. But, she did not. She and Nancy kept on and when they exhausted their bodies, they slept too.
She was alone on the bed when she woke and when she sat up and reached for a cigarette on a table beside the bed, she noticed that she was alone in the play room. She smoked her cigarette and then she got up and used the bathroom and its facilities.
She looked around for something with which to cover her nakedness and when she found her clothes she was a bit surprised. Nudity had been so much a part of her existence for such a long time now. She felt unfamiliar in her own clothes.
Helene and the others were in the pool, none of them clothed. The house and grounds offered complete privacy and no one could get into the estate unless Helene opened the big gates, so nudity was not at all out of place at Helene's home.
Carol plunged into the water and she swam for a while. Nancy said that they were going to have some food and then they would start in all over again. With the whips and the whole bit.
"Helene is all geared up again," Nancy said with her sweet, shy smile. "We are going to have a very busy day."
Carol helped with breakfast and by the time they were all fed and their sexual appetites were ready and eager for more activity, Carol was just as eager as anyone else.
They went back to the play room and Victor became Helene's first victim. She was harsh with him and when he was a sobbing, shivering wretch, she used her mouth on his sore and tingling cock and she devoured him again and again.
Then it was Norman's turn and Allan's and then Carol's and Nancy's. It was a long day, devoted entirely to providing pleasures for Helene. In every possible way.
Exhaustion finally set in and it was nearly eight on Sunday night when they finished with each other. Helene said that they would shower and get dressed and then she would call the caterers and treat everyone to dinner.
They settled down in the living room to wait for the food and someone turned on the TV set.
There was a movie on and a comedy show. Helene left it on the comedy show. They were all watching the antics of the comedian and his stooges when the action segued into the commercial.
Helene and the others sat and watched the commercial advertising a lot of merchandise from their own stores and it had nothing to do with the campaign that they had been working on.
Helene stood up, shocked and outraged.
"I don't understand," she said. "Who could have authorized the use of that commercial. Who could have authorized making it?"
Carol said, "Gordon Perry. It has to be him.
This is what he has been trying to push. You told him he could mind the store."
Helene was so angry she was practically snorting.
"I didn't tell him that he could release something like this. This silly thing can ruin the impact of our own campaign. He must be out of his mind."
"He must have had it all made up some time ago. Gordon is cute."
Helene said, "We don't know how many times it's been used. While we were busy with other things, that silly damned thing may have been running all over the place."
Helene went off to her workroom and they could hear her on the telephone, calling the networks, canceling the use of the commercial. Then she tried to call Gordon Perry but she got his answering service. Carol went into the workroom while Helene was busy with the phone. She wanted to tell Helene that their food had arrived and was ready to be consumed.
Helene smiled up at her as she dealt with the girl on the telephone.
"Do you have any idea where I can reach Mister Perry?" Helene asked.
Apparently the girl did not know where Gordon Perry might be. She offered to take a message. That was all that she could do.
"No," Helene said, "there's more that you can do. You can tell him that Helene Lorison tried to reach him and couldn't. And you can tell him for me. He's fired."
Helene hung up the phone and put the light over the desk out.
Carol and Helene went off to have something to eat.
NINE
Carol was in Helene's office when Gordon Perry answered her summons. His call bell had been booming for a long time and it seemed that he was late getting in. It was a Monday morning and presumably, he had certain duties to perform before he got to his job, but Carol was sure that he had dawdled deliberately.
He walked into Helene's office and was not at all dismayed. Helene was still furious and Carol wondered how much of her fury stemmed from that fact that their fun and games had come to such an abrupt ending. But, then, they had already quit with fun. Carol had left Helene's house and she went home and Nancy went home and the boys went to wherever they existed when they were not being perfectly splendid studs for Helene and her friends.
Helene sat back in her chair and she waved Carol into one of the clients' chairs. Gordon stood in front of Helene's desk and he had a smile on his face. He was wearing a black suit that looked to be new and his linen was starkly white and his tie had a bright, reddish tint to it.
"Gordon," Helene said slowly, coldly, "you're fired. As of now you no longer work here."
He stared at her, astounded. "You can't fire me," he said. "I've got tenure. The employee's union will not allow my dismissal."
'You tell them that down at unemployment, Gordon," Helene said. "And, if you think I can't fire you, go talk to your shop steward. Now, go clean out your desk and get out of the store."
Helene's words shook Gordon Perry. Suddenly he was not so sure of himself.
"I only released the campaign to the local stations," he said. "What harm did it do?"
"It took the edge off of the campaign that we have been working on, nationwide, for weeks. Now we have to go and we were not ready to go. The networks are picking up the commercials that have been shot regionally and they start rolling tomorrow morning. Now, Gordon, I think you'd better go. I'll ask the cashier to make up your check. You are being fired for misconduct and for failure to co-operate and several other reasons. Therefore, you can't expect to receive separation pay, vacation pay, or any of the other little goodies that people like you go away with. Now get out of here, clean out your desk, pick up your check, and go."
Gordon stood and looked down at Helene-and Carol, watching, felt a time of sympathy for him. That passed quickly, however. Gordon started to say something, then he stopped. He turned and went out of Helene's office.
"He was crying," Carol said. "Did you see that?"
Helene was glowing. "Yes, I did see. I'd love to watch Gordon Perry really weep. He is rather nice looking, you know. I wonder if we couldn't do something about him."
Carol smiled. "How much more can you do?"
Helene looked at Carol, her beautiful face expressionless, her eyes thoughtful.
"You know what more we can do. We can punish Gordon. We can punish him severely. I can imagine doing it and enjoying it."
"I think I could enjoy punishing him that way myself."
Helene's eyes twinkled and her smile was decidedly mischievous. "Could you, Carol? Could you really? Oh, I think I'd love to watch that. Let's think about it, shall we?"
The telephone calls began coming in then from the other stores around the country and Helene told them all the same thing. The advertising campaign to make the country conscious of their new line of sports clothes and play togs was under way.
It was a busy day and Carol was glad when it was time for lunch. Helene went out for lunch with some of the other executives in the store chain and she went to lunch with Nancy.
Nancy was, admittedly, very much in love with Victor, and he was in love with her. She confided that he called her on the phone and they had begun meeting after work, whenever she was free.
"I thought you were a lesbian," Carol said, smiling at Nancy's solemn look.
"I thought so, too," Nancy said. "Maybe it's just because Helene is so beautiful. Maybe I don't know what I am. But, I do know that I want babies and I want to live with a guy like that. So, I don't know what I can do."
They were in a restaurant that they often went to when not lunching with Helene. They had a small booth and complete privacy. And they talked. Carol was glad that Nancy had things to say or she would have blurted out her love for Helene. That was the problem that was uppermost in her mind. She knew that she adored Helene, she was desolate when she was not able to see her, to be with her. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Helene and when the golden girl was mean and horrid to her, it just made her love her all the more. That was crazy and she knew it, but that was the way it was. She was anxious, even now, to get back to the store early, because maybe Helene would pop in to see her for a moment, or two. Maybe.
Helene came in to see her during the afternoon and they worked over some of the ideas that were being fed into the new advertising program. Helene was dressed in a sleek, green suit and, as usual, she was gorgeous, Carol thought.
While they were working, Carol's talk box rasped and Helene pushed the key down. "Yes?" she said.
It was Claudia, Carol's secretary. "Mister Perry is out here. Someone told him you were here, and he insists that he must see you. He seems to be very upset."
Helene smiled at Carol.
"Send him in. I'll talk to him." She glanced at Carol who was about to leave. "You can stay, Carol. I'd like you in on this."
Gordon Perry came in and he was very close to tears. His face was pale and there was a look of pure fear in his deep set eyes. Helene looked up at him, her smile twinkling at him.
"Yes Gordon," she said, "you wanted to see me?"
He nodded. He looked at Carol and then he straightened up.
"Please don't fire me," he said. "Please don't. You don't understand, I've got twelve years in here. This store has been my life. You can't let me go, just like that."
"The hell I can't," Helene said, crisply. "That's why you are here now to beg for your crummy little job, you talked to your steward and some other people and you found out that I can fire you. And, I did. Now, I'd like you to leave the store. Or, shall I have the security people escort you out?"
That broke him up. Carol sat beside Helene's desk and watched Gordon Perry break into sobs and then she watched him beg Helene for mercy.
And Helene sat back and watched him and enjoyed every second of his misery. She opened her desk drawer and took out a folder. It was Gordon Perry's personnel file. She began looking through it, ignoring Gordon Perry's sobbing, his tears, his endless pleadings.
"Why are you so torn up about this?" Helene said, glancing up at him. "According to your file, you are single, you have no real financial worries. You live in a very posh apartment and you drive an expensive car. Ah, I see it now, you'd like to go on like that. That's it, isn't it?"
Gordon Perry nodded. "I've worked so hard," he said. "I was so sure that I would get the job as your assistant. I worked hard for the job."
"Sure you did," Helene said. "The first time I let you run things around here you pull a dumb stunt that cost the stores many thousands of dollars. Do you have any idea what's involved in pulling a commercial from a pre-set day's programing? It will cost us a fortune. And, you still want to work here? You must be crazy."
"Please," he said, his voice a whimper now. "Please give me another chance. I'll do anything you ask. Anything."
Carol smiled as she saw the gleam come into Helene's eyes.
Helene closed his file and put it on the corner of her desk.
"Gordon," Helene said, "go home. Let me think about you and what you've done. Between now and Monday morning I'll decide whether you are to return to your job on Monday morning or file for your unemployment. If I decide that you can resume here, I know that I will punish you severely. Is that clear?"
He nodded. He wept some more and he did some more pleading, but Helene finally got him out of the office. She promised that she would talk to him by the end of the week. Then he left.
Helene sat back in her chair and she lit a cigarette.
"Gordon is going to have a very hard weekend," she said. "He doesn't know it yet, but he is going to have himself a really bad time."
"In the playroom?" Carol asked.
Helene nodded.
"Suppose he doesn't want to come to your house?"
"He will. Victor and the other boys will bring him. Gordon will be a very good boy. His job pays twenty seven, five a year. He couldn't possibly earn that much money anywhere else."
Thinking about Gordon Perry and the horrid experiences that were in store for him kept Carol in a state of constant sexual excitement for the balance of the week. She and Nancy and Helene were very busy with the television campaign and by the time the week ended they were all exhausted.
Helene told Carol that she and Nancy were spending the weekend with her and they would have dinner together and then relax.
But Helene was not telling the truth. She had showered and changed by the time Carol got to the big house and Nancy was already there. Carol helped with dinner and when their meals were finished, Helene told Carol to do the dishes and clean up. Nancy and Helene went into the living room to rest and relax and when Carol went in there, too, she found Nancy making love to Helene very ardently, and the way Helene was caressing the dark hair as Nancy's little tongue teased and stimulated her flesh, Carol was sure that Helene had deliberately chosen Nancy to make love to her. And that distressed Carol.
She sat, huddled in a big chair, looking at the pile of shimmering material that Helene's slacks made on the carpeting. She wept as she saw that Nancy was inducing excruciatingly active spasms of sexual bliss in Helene. At one point, Helene smiled at her and the soft red mouth, made a kiss for her.
"You can do me later, dear," Helene said. "We will go to bed early tonight and get some rest and then we will have the boys over in the morning. They will bring Gordon Perry with them."
Carol nodded. She was numb with distress and a feeling that she had been rejected. She was so sure that Helene preferred Nancy and that made her desolate. She was so deeply, hopelessly in love with Helene and she was sure that Helene knew it.
Later, when it was time for bed, she was not allowed to make love to Helene, after all. She was tired but she did want to watch Nancy and Carol make love and they had to please her. Finally, after what seemed hours of mutual love making, Nancy finished and she sat up and Carol did, too. Helene was sound asleep.
Carol and Nancy went to sleep, too.
Helene woke them early. She had a robe wrapped around her and she was exceptionally excited, sexually aroused and fully turned on. She was anxious to have them eat breakfast and then shower and slip into some fresh clothes.
They were quite ready when Gordon Perry and the boys arrived. Gordon seemed to have no idea that he was practically a prisoner.
Helene met him at the door and her smile could have lit up a dark room.
"Gordon dear," she said, "I asked the boys to pick you up and bring you here because I think it is time for us to learn whether or not you mean what you say when you promise that you will do anything I might ask of you if only you can keep your job. I'm afraid I have to know that you mean what you say."
Gordon Perry was trying hard to make her like him.
"Oh, I do," he said. "I do."
Helene's smile widened. "We'll see, won't we?"
He nodded and Helene told Victor and the boys to take him to the playroom downstairs with them.
Carol helped Nancy and Helene lock up the house and then she went with them to the playroom downstairs. Gordon Perry and the boys were sitting in some chairs in the outer playroom, waiting for Helene to open up the other room.
She came downstairs and smiled at Gordon Perry.
"You look uneasy, Gordon," she said. "Perhaps you should. I have decided that you will spend the week-end with us and when Sunday night comes, you can tell me then if you want your job."
She opened the door to the inner room then and turned to crook her fingers at the others. Gordon stood up and the boys stood, too. They entered the huge playroom and the door closed behind them. Helene stepped close to Gordon Perry and she put her palm against his crotch and her eyes widened as she felt him.
"Why, Gordon," she said, "how nicely you are made. I had no idea. Now, just be a good boy and do what you are told to do and it will all work out all right."
Victor and the other boys began putting their hands on Gordon and when he tried to resist, someone hit him. He was easily cowed and when he was naked, Helene went close to him again and she handled his huge prong. She looked at Carol and told her to kneel down and blow Gordon. Carol obeyed and she was not having fun, she knew. Gordon was very ready and he erupted almost as soon as she got him into her mouth. Helene smiled at him and then she kissed him and she told Carol to pop him once more.
Carol got undressed when Helene told her to do so. The boys were strapping Gordon Perry into Helene's favorite rack and then Carol stood, shivering, shaking, and eager to get at Helene as she watched Gordon Perry's punishments. Helene was tireless, brutal and when Perry was taken from the rack-a weeping, sobbing mess-Carol was told to eat him again.
Helene had become exceptionally stirred and she laid down on the big bed and accepted service from each of the boys. Nancy was on the bed, too, and it got to be very busy and quite complicated and interesting.
When Gordon was able to move again, Carol had to lie down and accept Gordon's big cock into her body. He screwed her with a fury and frenzy that showed his joy at the task. Carol was weeping, and as time went on and she realized that Helene was being particularly mean to her, a feeling of bitterness and unhappiness set in and spoiled the week end for her.
Helene knew that she was in love, she knew that Carol adored her and ached with the need to make love to her and Helene held herself aloof from Carol. Instead, she let everyone else use her and thrill her and it became apparent that Helene was letting the others hurt Carol and abuse her and she was enjoying Carol's pain, and discomfort.
Gordon Perry thrived on the things that were done to him. They slept and woke and went back to their orgy and then they slept again. Carol's unhappiness tired her and she was not good company and her enthusiasm was gone. She was very worried about the future. Somewhere along the way she realized that she would have to give up her job. She would have to leave. She couldn't stand being around Helene, knowing that the blonde girl didn't really love her. She had to be loved. She needed love.
She showered and dressed for dinner on Sunday evening. Helene was having the caterers bring in food and drink and they were going to eat out by the pool. Gordon Perry was dressed and occupying a stool at the bar when Carol went into the living room to join the others. Helene was behind the bar, glorious and beautiful in shorts and a halter and heels.
She handed a drink to Gordon Perry and he picked it up and sipped at it. He put the glass down on the bar again.
"So now you know about me and my little foibles, Gordon," Helene said, smiling at him over the rim of her glass. "Now what do we do about you? Do you keep your mouth shut? Or do we have to see to it that you do?"
Gordon shrugged. "I am not going to tell anyone anything. Who would believe me, anyway?"
Helene leaned forward so that she could kiss him.
"I do think you had a very good time, Gordon," she said.
He smiled. "I did. I had a ball. I hope you will invite me again. Many times."
"That's fine. I'm sure you will be invited many times. Now, about your job. I've decided to give it back to you, but, I will not tolerate any more trouble from you. And, I will expect you to clear anything you might do at the store with me."
"You know I will," Gordon said.
Their food arrived and Carol helped Nancy serve it and then she helped with the dishes. The boys went on their way and Gordon Perry left in a cab that they had called for him.
Carol was hoping that she would be able to stay and visit with Helene but Nancy was chosen to spend the night with Helene.
"I'll see you in the morning at the store, dear," Helene said. "Now you run along and get a good night's sleep. Take a warm bath and sleep good." Helene leaned forward to kiss her and Carol stifled a sob as she felt the warmth of Helene's mouth on her own.
She wept all the way home. She had driven her car to Helene's place and she wished now that she had not done that. She very nearly smashed up several times.
Her mind was playing tricks on her, going haywire and she could not think connectedly. She could realize that she had fallen in love with someone who did not want her and she would have to go away and find sanctuary elsewhere. And that was a very silly way to work things out because she had done so much good work at the store. She hated to leave such a good job, but she could not bear to be around Helene and know that she did not love her. That would be too painful to endure.
She got home finally and she was too unhappy to sleep. She put a robe on and curled up in one of the big chairs in front of the TV set. She turned it on and watched a show. She had no idea what she was looking at but when the commercial came on and she saw that it was one of those she had designed and worked on, she examined it with a very clinical attitude.
She fell asleep in the chair. The morning sunlight woke her and when she moved she found that she was stiff and sore. The TV was still on and the early morning news was dreary. She got out of the chair and went into her bedroom. A cigarette cleared her head and some coffee stifled the hunger pangs. The shower brought her entirely awake and she was alert.
The desolate thoughts came back again and she knew that she would have to do something definite, something immediate.
She called the office and told Claudia that she was sick and she would not be in for the day. She was already late for work anyway. It didn't matter anyway, she supposed.
She got into a loose skirt and a blouse and then she dragged out her bags and began packing them. It was time to run. It was time to run and hide and no one who knew her would find her and no one would know that she was a lesbian and so much in love with another girl that she was actually sick with it.
No one would have to know. It could be her secret and she would never tell anyone. She would go away, maybe to San Francisco and she would find another job and she would meet new people and she would go out with new friends and she would make damned sure that they all had balls.
She was weeping and sobbing intermittently and she was flinging her things into her bags and she did not have nearly enough room for her clothes.
She fixed another cup of coffee hoping that it would calm her, but it did not. She laid down on the living room couch with a cold compress on her eyes. She didn't dare go out the way she looked now.
The doorbell rang and she went to answer it. At that hour of the morning it would be one of those constant pests, the door to door salesmen, peddling a vacuum cleaner, or some other silly thing that was way overpriced anyway.
She opened the door and Helene was standing outside, facing her. Helene walked into the apartment and Carol, still in a state of shock, backed up to let her in. Helene had never come to her place before. She closed the door and then wandered, looking around at the dreary walls, the dirty, seedy furniture.
Helen had her purse over her shoulder. She turned to smile at Carol and then she walked into the bedroom. She looked at the bags on the bed, the half packed clothing.
"Claudia told me that you were sick," Helene said.
"Yes," Carol said. She sat down on the edge of the bed and she wished that Helene would go. She didn't have anything to say to Helene. She just wanted her to go.
"You're quitting your job?"
She nodded. "Yes," she said. "It just isn't fun any more."
Helene nodded. She sat down on one of the chairs. She put her purse on the floor and rummaged in it until she found a cigarette. She lit it and then she looked at Carol.
"I'm afraid that it isn't that easy Carol," Helene said. "You see, I'm afraid that I love you. I've never loved anyone before, so I don't quite know how to handle it. But, I do know that I can't let you go."
"That's why I've got to go," Carol said. "I'm in love with you, too. I'm a lesbian. Don't you understand? I'm a girl and I'm in love with another girl and I'm getting hurt."
Helene smiled at her, a bit sadly.
"I've been especially sweet to Nancy, I know," she said. "But, that was only because we are going to lose her. She is so crazy about Victor, she just won't be any good to anyone else. So, I thought that we would let her go and then I was hoping that I could persuade you to move in and stay with me. After all, we do work together. We could live together. And, I do love you and I want you, and I don't worry about being a lesbian. That's just a word. I want what I want and that's all that I care about."
Carol was shivering, afraid to believe. Helene was looking at her with a warm, lambent gaze and she was throbbing with love and passion and affection for the golden-blonde girl.
"You were being so mean, so bitchy to me," Carol said.
Helene smiled at her. "I'll always be mean and bitchy, probably, that's the way I am, dear. But, I do love you."
Helene slid to her knees in front of Carol and then she was kissing the shiny knees, the white inner thighs and her fingers began removing the skirt. She pushed Carol's knees further apart and then she was kissing the wet slit, the places of deepest torment. She stopped and looked up into Carol's surprised expression.
"Shall I prove to you how much I love you, my dear?" Helene said. "I want to. I intend to."
Carol smiled, then she giggled. "Why ask?" she said.
Helene was a very skillful and gifted lover and she stood as much as she could and then she slid to the floor and they wound up in a wild sixty-nine that lasted for hours.
Inevitably, Helene was sated. She rolled over and sat up. She glanced at the expensive watch on her wrist. She looked at Carol and they kissed, quickly, easily, happily.
"We'd better get you dressed and go back to the store. When we get around to it, I'll help you pack and we'll move you in with me. You'll be ever so much happier there, I know."
Helene stood up and helped her. She stood, shivering, still turned on.
"Do we have to go back to the store?" she said.
Helene nodded, "we sure do. I left Gordon Perry in charge of things and you know what is liable to happen when I do that. Now, you hurry and get dressed and I'll get myself repaired and we will go back to our work.
"After all, dear, the store needs us. And we need the store. Do try to keep that in mind." Carol grinned as she headed for the shower. "Of course," she said. "I will. I certainly will."
