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Part 7, final version.
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[lcdrjmc] Subject: REPOST: Into the Maelstrom Part 7/10 
(F+/F, Reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com

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Into the Maelstrom:  Part VII

   As the hours passed, Carolyn began to notice that a 
weird, growing nervousness was overtaking her.  The 
events of the past 12 hours had drained her both 
physically and emotionally.  Her overwrought mind was in 
no condition to understand what was happening to her.  
All she knew for certain was that it felt as if her whole 
body was conspiring against her.  It was as if a growing 
fire was burning inside her, and she couldn't put it 
out.
   Her unencumbered breasts moved with abandon underneath 
her jacket, as her constantly and painfully erect nipples 
gleefully rubbed the silk lining, sending electric shocks 
throughout her body.
   It was that damned seam in the crotch of her slacks 
which was really causing her problems, though.  Wearing 
her slacks low on her hips helped somewhat, but the  
touching down there was still happening.  Her already 
sensitive pussy, obviously not used to so much attention, 
was heavy with her internal secretions.  She knew it was 
only a question of time before they soaked through her 
slacks.
  Eventually, she couldn't walk for five minutes without 
having to stop and collect herself before she could 
proceed further.  Thankfully, the work she had to 
complete wasn't difficult, just time-consuming.
   She found herself dashing into the ladies room for a 
quick drying of her sopping crotch every now and again, 
to protect her clothes and her modesty.  Perhaps it was 
just as well she wasn't wearing panties today, she 
thought.  In a short time they would have been soaked 
through and through anyway. 
   Even in the relative sanctuary of the ladies room, 
though, Carolyn had to be careful.  Her traitorous body 
was becoming increasingly resistant to her mental 
discipline. Even the slight pressure from the dry toilet 
paper being applied to her sopping vulva felt good.  Too 
good!
   Every time she had to touch herself, down there, it 
only served to increase the sensations that had been 
building all day.  What was wrong with her? she wondered.  
What the hell was going on here?  
   It was not just her appearance which was causing her 
problems.  Just about everyone at the firm today seemed 
to her to be acting very strangely towards her indeed.
   Carolyn had hoped to pass unnoticed through a deserted 
office this Saturday morning.  Unfortunately, it turned 
out that just about everyone was there.  Also, most of 
them, especially her fellow paralegals and some of the 
other working staff, were not too busy to notice her 
astonishing appearance, and even proved catty enough to 
make some comment to her about it.  As if she didn't know 
how she looked!  She had to constantly repeat her 
ridiculous iced-tea story, which seemed to be less and 
less accepted by her more cynical co-workers as the day 
progressed.
   Not used to having so much of her body showing, 
Carolyn was constantly forgetting about it as she went 
about her work.  She would regularly find herself leaning 
over someone's desk, as she normally did in the course of 
a working day, discussing a document or the upcoming 
conference.  It was only when that person's eyes would 
lift up from the top of the desk and light up in a 
strange fashion that she would remember and quickly 
straighten up, blushing to the roots of her hair in 
embarrassment at showing so much cleavage.
   Other unusual things kept happening this morning as 
well.  Normally her cool manner had always kept everyone 
at a distance, both physically and emotionally, but not 
today.  For some reason she couldn't explain, something 
about her was actually drawing people towards her instead 
of forcing them away.  No matter how hard she tried, it 
seemed to her that all of the firm's members wanted to 
get as close to her as they could, especially her fellow 
paralegals.  They were even touching her, something 
unheard of before today, with a hand on her shoulder or 
an arm around her waist.  And sometimes worse than that.
   She was almost sure that, while in crowds or walking 
down a passageway, she could feel a stray hand moving 
over her buttocks.  Yet, no matter how fast her tired 
mind reacted to this outrage, by the time she turned 
around there was invariably only an anonymous crowd going 
past.  She was so tired, and it always happened so 
quickly that she didn't even worry about it after a 
while.
   And her poor breasts!  It seemed they were constantly 
in the way of just about everyone who walked by her.  
Regardless of how close she squeezed herself against the 
cubical walls which made up the corridors of the 
administration section, her proud breasts were being 
buffeted so much by hands, arms and shoulders that they 
had become quite swollen and were very sore indeed.

   Finally, the required detail work for the conference 
was done, and all taskers had been successfully 
completed.  Carolyn, feeling incredibly tingly by this 
time, returned to her desk and carefully sat in grateful 
isolation.  She shouldn't have anything more to do today, 
until just before the arrival of the prospective clients.
   Which was just as well, she thought, because the only 
thing that would stay in her head at the moment were 
unnatural flashbacks of her and Tamiko, especially when 
they were both naked on the couch in Tamiko's apartment 
early this morning.
   "Woof!" Carolyn said softly.
   How could something like that have had such a 
devastating impact on her, she wondered.  It was a simple 
thing, after all, just two naked women on a couch.  Yet 
it was all she could think about!  She, who was so 
normally very much in control of herself and those around 
her. 
   But, now!  My God!  Now, she was just a leaf in some 
sexual windstorm that was blowing her in any direction it 
choose.
   The way she was dressed today, or rather not dressed, 
wasn't helping her distressed emotional state at all.  
Now that she had some time to think about it, she 
realized that her reaction to it was not what she 
expected at all.  After her initial embarrassment had 
finally passed, it became more and more distracting, then 
exciting in a way.  She began to feel deliciously naughty 
about it, being so semi-dressed in such a formal 
environment.  
   The needs of work finally caused her to 
thankfully focus elsewhere, yet she could never fully 
blot it out.  It was always there, hovering on the very 
edge of her consciousness, this constant if accidental 
stimulation of her body.  To her deep consternation, she 
found herself actually liking it a little.  For someone 
who had always been so proper in her appearance and 
behavior, it was quite a revelation, and it bothered her 
a great deal.
   She had never realized she was capable of experiencing 
such intense sensations and emotions.  It was a discovery 
of staggering proportions, because it pointed to the 
possibility of something which she never knew had existed 
within her.  She had the soul of a, what?  A slut?  A 
sensualist?  A sensualist slut??  
   "Carolyn!"
   Carolyn, startled, quickly recovered from her 
disturbing thoughts.  She looked up and saw that her 
immediate supervisor, Susan George, was standing 
impatiently at the front of her desk.  
   "Yes, Sue?" she replied, wondering what this 
bothersome woman wanted from her now.  "Can I help you?"
   "Please come with me.  Ms. Pendergast would like to 
speak to us about the conference."
   "That's just great," Carolyn said with a forced smile 
as she slowly stood to walk with Susan back toward the 
executive offices.  It figured, she thought.  The one 
person she was able to avoid all morning now wanted to 
see her.
   It was Ms. Joanna Stewart Pendergast, one of the more 
junior associates and certainly the most ambitious as 
well as unscrupulous.  It was she some three months ago 
who had first solicited the prospective clients coming 
today, and had been carefully courting them ever since.  
She, of anyone at the firm, had the most to gain or lose 
by today's outcome.  In reality it was her conference 
today, but Carolyn had been doing all of the work for her 
on it.
   Ms. Pendergast's small office was located in the less 
fashionable part of executive country, right next to the 
rest rooms, so thankfully for Carolyn it was not a long 
walk.  As they neared the door to the office, she 
realized she had to be careful not to show Susan or Ms. 
Pendergast how even this brief walk over here had 
affected her.  They would certainly think her some kind 
of crazed slut.  She might even loose her position at the 
firm as a result!  She though briefly of faking menstrual 
cramps but decided against it.  Nothing else to do but 
find out what she wants and get it done as soon as 
possible, while she was still able to function at all.
   Even so, she knew she must soon have relief from this 
constant stimulation her body was getting or she would 
surely go absolutely mad!
   She saw that Ms. Pendergast's office had a new 
addition since Carolyn's last visit a week ago.  Taking 
up the entire center of the small office was a large, 
leather-covered easy chair.  A bit much for just a junior 
associate, Carolyn thought as the two women squeezed into 
the cramped office, but typical of her.
   Ms. Pendergast, with a surprisingly sinister grin, was 
seated behind her small desk, a thick opened set of 
instructions in a three-ring binder and a complicated-
looking remote control device the only things on the 
clean desk in front of her.
   "Good morning, Ms. George, Miss Lord.  Close the door, 
Carolyn, please.  We don't want any interruptions," said 
the young associate.
   Trying unsuccessfully to drive the now ever-present 
thoughts of sex from her head, Carolyn tried to focus on 
just what Ms. Pendergast was saying to her.
   "What?"
   "Lock the door, will you?  I don't want us to be 
disturbed."
   "Yes, ma'am."  Now what? Carolyn wondered as she 
closed 
and locked the door.
   "This chair is one of the products that our 
prospective client manufactures.  It's brand new.  
Actually, it is still in the evaluation stage, and the 
fact of its existence is not to leave this room.  
Understand?"
   "Yes, Ms. Pendergast," answered Carolyn primly.
   "Sure, Joanna," replied Susan.
   "Joanna?" wondered Carolyn, rolling her eyes.  "Oh, 
please!"
   "Good.  Enough said about that," said Ms. Pendergast, 
as she continued her briefing.  "It is to be the first 
user-interactive easy chair.  One in fact that has been 
specifically designed for women.  For some reason, it's 
called "Mother's Helper."
   Carolyn sighed.  She really didn't need this, 
especially on a bizarre day like this one!
   "That's nice, and it looks like a wonderful chair," 
Carolyn gushed hopefully, "but wouldn't Monday be better 
for you to show off your new furniture?  I do have things 
to finish yet."
   Normally, she would never have addressed a superior of 
the firm in this fashion, but Carolyn at this point would  
have been perfectly willing to volunteer for a root canal 
in 
order to escape the presence of these two blindly 
ambitious 
women and their endless scheming.  She just couldn't 
handle it.  Not today.
   "Carolyn, that's not why you are here," Ms. Pendergast 
snapped.  "I want you to try it out, and tell us what you 
think of it."
   "Try what out, Ms. Pendergast?" Carolyn warily asked.
   "The chair!  Just sit in the God-damned chair, will 
you, and tell me what you think.  Okay?"
   "Oh, great.  Now I'm supposed to be a products tester 
for this egomaniac," she thought, as she moved to the 
front 
of the chair.  "I'm doing her job for her again, the lazy 
bitch!"
   "Yes, ma'am!" Carolyn said firmly, and she gingerly 
placed her sensitive bottom on the polished leather of 
the chair's seat.  She wiggled her hips slightly to 
settle in, and found herself sinking into the most 
luxurious chair she had ever sat in, the leather clinging 
to her form like a second skin.
   "Oh, my!  This is very comfortable,"  she gasped in 
surprise.
   Carolyn suddenly felt a hard presence within the seat, 
directly in contact with her hyper-sensitive sex.
   "Ohh!"
   "What's the matter?"
   "There's a bump or something, right in the center of 
the seat," she said uneasily, shifting her hips further 
into the chair and away from the slight but disturbing 
intrusion beneath her.
   "Hold on, I haven't finished reading the instructions 
yet. According to this, the chair is a combination 
electric recliner-relaxer, with a remote control.  Ah, 
here we go!  They say that that bump you feel works just 
like a saddle's pommel, except its height is adjustable 
by the user.  It performs the same function as it would 
on a saddle, you know.  It keeps you from falling forward 
out of your seat, especially when you use the incline 
function.  It's needed because of the highly polished 
leather."
   "Incline function?"  At the sound of a click, Carolyn 
suddenly found herself laying on her back, her feet 
resting on a strangely divided footrest.  
   "Let's see.  Here's a button marked 'Foot rest.'"
   Each side of the foot rest formed a 'V', trapping 
Carolyn's feet.  The sides then slid apart, spreading her 
legs in the process. 
   "Yes, of course.  The foot rest does the same thing as 
the seat's pommel.  It's meant to keep you in place.  How 
clever.  Do you feel like you're going to fall out?"
   "No, I'm fine, although there really is no angle to 
speak of."
   "Not yet?  Oh, that's right.  Forgot to set the degree 
of incline.  How silly of me."
   Carolyn slowly tilted upwards until her head was 
raised to a 45-degree angle from the floor.
   "It's for watching television."
   "Yes, very handy," Carolyn impatiently replied.  I 
hope this ends soon, she thought desperately.  She kept 
discretely shifting her hips, trying to lessen the slight 
contact which the pommel now had directly upon her sex.  
Even with that to concern her though, she was so tired 
and the chair so comfortable she was afraid she would 
fall asleep right then and there.
   "Susan, would you make sure she is using that pommel 
correctly?"
   "Yes, of course."
   Carolyn worried briefly that her supervisor would have 
to reach between her thighs to do this, but sighed with 
relief when Susan positioned herself behind Carolyn's 
head.  Her relief quickly turned to dismay when Susan, by 
pressing her hands firmly on Carolyn's shoulders, forced 
Carolyn's vulva directly onto the pommel, pushing the 
electrifying material of her crotch seam directly into 
her pussy lips.
   "OH!" Carolyn gasped, momentarily stunned by the 
sudden, intense contact.
   "Next, we shall test the vibration modes."
   "What? What vibration… MY GOD!"  All previous 
sensations paled to insignificance beside the intense 
throbbing which now commenced between her thighs
   "Why, Carolyn, what's wrong?" Ms. Pendergast inquired 
politely.
   "I don't… I don't know."  She couldn't say it, she 
thought desperately.  She just couldn't admit to her boss 
that she thought she was being molested by a chair!  The 
pommel, which had mysteriously increased in size, had 
raised itself right between her thighs, and had then 
begun to vibrate.  While the remainder of the chair's 
vibration-level remained low and surprisingly relaxing, 
the pommel's actions were most insistent.  Carolyn's 
body, stimulated throughout the day to the very limits of 
human endurance, reacted violently to this latest 
violation of her person.  Her hips bucked while her body 
writhed, yet Carolyn was unable to escape the intense 
effects because the crafty Susan kept Carolyn's vulva 
firmly planted on the insidious device.   
   Carolyn knew she had only a few moments before she 
would lose total control of herself.  All she could think 
of was how she could relieve this fantastic pressure 
which was building within her.  Her hands gripped the arm 
rests, her knuckles white with the effort needed to keep 
her from grabbing her agitated privates in front of 
everyone.
   Suddenly, she knew the end had come.
   "I have to get up.  I think I'm going to…," the 
frantic woman tried to say.
   "Going to what, dear?"
   The climax struck!
   "AAAaahhhh!" the tormented Carolyn screamed as she 
uncontrollably doubled up in the chair, trying to relieve 
the incredible sensations her empty yet madly pulsating 
vagina was radiating throughout her body.
   "Quick, check her," snapped Ms. Pendergast in a very 
professional manner.  "It looks like the poor thing is 
having some sort of seizure."
   The chair was quickly returned to its normal 
configuration.  Carolyn, still helpless in the throes of 
her monstrous orgasm, was bundled out of the chair by the 
two women and placed unceremoniously on her back on the 
cleared desktop.
   With Susan working on her slacks and Ms. Pendergast on 
her jacket, the gasping Carolyn soon found herself quite 
naked on her supervisor's desk with her bare feet placed 
flat upon the top.
   "Whoa!" said Susan softly, as the two women admired 
the panting, nude Carolyn in absolute awe.  "I was wrong.  
It was worth the wait.  I like her style in underwear, 
too.  Don't you?"   
   "Enough of that," Ms. Pendergast whispered.  "This 
could be serious," she loudly declared.  This could also 
be a great deal of fun, she thought as she licked her 
lips in anticipation.  "I had better use the special 
probe on her to make sure that damned chair didn't hurt 
her!"
   When Susan George had come to her this morning with 
talk of finally being able to "get" the untouchable Miss 
Lord, Joanna Pendergast knew exactly what to do about it.  
The special chair in her office was something from the 
perspective clients true enough, but it was there for an 
entirely different reason.  They did not want it tested.  
In fact, the chair had so many design flaws and 
manufacturing defects that they didn't even want anyone 
to sit in it, and were if fact preparing to file suit 
against the contractors who produced this abomination in 
the first place.  But Joanna Pendergast was well aware 
that, if properly used, the chair did have a certain if 
highly specialized potential, and was very anxious to 
give it a trial run.
   And what do you know, she thought.  The damned thing 
worked like a charm, and here was the delectable Miss 
Lord to prove it!
   Joanna Pendergast unlocked a desk drawer and removed 
her favorite office dildo, already carefully greased 
earlier this morning in loving anticipation of just this  
eventuality.  It wasn't a strap-on version (unfortunately 
there just wasn't time for that), but it would do nicely  
all the same.
   Carolyn slowly began to recover from her body's 
spasms.  She looked about her in confusion.  Her skin 
developed goose pimples everywhere as she, without 
warning, felt very cold.  She suddenly realized that she 
was no longer in the chair, but was now laying naked on 
the desk in Ms. Pendergast's office.  She was naked!
    "Jesus Christ!" Carolyn cried as she covered herself 
with her hands and tried to get herself off of the desk.  
   "Stay there," commanded Joanna Pendergast.  "You've 
just had an attack of some kind and we need to know: 
first, if you're all right; and, second if it was just 
you or was the chair somehow involved."
   "Oh, please!  Can't I get dressed first?  I feel so… 
so exposed!"
   "Certainly not!  Don't be stupid.  How can we check 
you that way?  Now, lie back down on the desk, there's a 
good girl."
   Mortified, the bewildered Carolyn laid back down, 
careful to keep her pubes and breasts covered.  "Good God 
in heaven," she wondered.  "What have I done this time?" 
   "Place your hands and feet flat on the table, please," 
Ms. Pendergast ordered.
   Carolyn reluctantly removed her only protection, and 
placed her hands as she was told.  When she hesitated 
about moving her feet, Joanna gave a sign to Susan and 
Carolyn's supervisor gleefully placed the reluctant 
woman's feet on the desk, widely separating them in the 
process.    
   Although she strongly wanted to, Carolyn did not 
protest this deliberate and humiliating exposure of her 
person.  Ms. Pendergast was her department head after 
all, and Carolyn had been her obedient assistant for as 
long as she had been with the firm, so whatever she 
wanted her to do could only be for the good of the firm, 
didn't it?  Yet, she was now completely defenseless to 
whatever they wanted to do to her, and it worried her a 
great deal.  She did not enjoy being defenseless at all!  
Especially with these two!
   Joanna moved deliberately and positioned herself 
neatly between Carolyn's wide-spread legs.  Carolyn 
nearly died with shame as she realized that her employer 
could now see everything she had, her most private parts.  
Just everything!
   Joanna reached out deliberately with her right hand 
and gently caressed the still seeping pussy.  She 
inserted three fingers between the swollen lips and 
slowly slid them deep into the tight vaginal passage.  
She was rewarded with an involuntary groan from Carolyn.  
"Oh, baby!" she thought.  "I'm in love!"
   "Is that… Is what you're doing the check?" Carolyn 
wheezed.
   "Just a part, honey.  Just a part.  I have to make 
sure you can handle the probe."
   "Probe?  You mean like a thermometer?"
   "Yes, only a little bigger.  But, you are absolutely 
correct.  Basically, it's just a special kind of 
thermometer.  Now, let mother take your temperature!" 
   Joanna rubbed the spongy head of the artificial penis 
around and around Carolyn's hyper-sensitive labia.  
Carolyn was beside herself with sensations.  It was all 
she could do to keep from jumping off of the desk and run 
screaming from the room.  
   In her highly agitated state, Carolyn was quite 
disgusted with herself.  Here someone was trying to help 
her and all she could think of was what was happening 
below her waist.  What a slut she must be to keep on 
reacting like this to a simple exam.  Had she no shame?  
Worse, had she no control?  Could she ever go into a 
doctor's office again without fear of embarrassing 
herself?
   Joanna lovingly inserted the dildo's head into 
Carolyn's steaming vagina.
   "Aaahh,"  moaned Carolyn as all rational thought left 
the vulnerable paralegal.  She was penetrated deeper and 
deeper as Joanna worked the dildo into her tight victim 
by using a slow and easy in-and-out motion, going further 
and further in at each thrust.  Carolyn's hips quickly 
began responding to Joanna's thrustings with motions of 
their own, adding an occasional circular motion to 
enhance the sensations being generated by the dildo's 
presence.
   Overcome by the scene, Susan George quickly fastened 
her lips on Carolyn's bobbing right breast.  Her left 
hand clutched Carolyn's left breast, the fingers tweaking 
the astonishing erect nipple.  Susan's right hand flew 
up underneath her skirt and into her panties.  She 
rapidly masturbated while contentedly suckling on 
Carolyn's breast.  "I want this woman," she thought.  "I 
want this woman for my very own.  Oh, Yes!"
   Joanna had worked the dildo all the way in by now, and 
had increased the pace of her thrusts.  Faster and faster 
she became, with Carolyn matching her thrust for thrust, 
her naked buttocks noisily slapping the polished wooden 
desk top.  Beautiful, thought Joanna as she watched her 
sweating prey, Carolyn's face glowing with effort, her 
unseeing eyes glazed over with lust.  She thought 
feverishly of the devices in her desk, the nipple clamps, 
butt plugs and the like.  Her mind positively boggled at 
the thought of using them on the delectable Miss Lord.  
She glanced at the clock.  Shit!  No time, she wailed to 
herself.  No fucking time at all!  It just wasn't fair!  
Of all the days for this to finally happen!  Shit!
   From Carolyn's frenzied breathing Joanna knew that the 
woman's time was near, very near indeed.  All right, 
then.  She would enjoy the moment (man, would she enjoy 
it!), but next time, next time she would do it right!
   She removed the dildo and threw it underneath the 
desk.  Carolyn arched her hips, searching for her missing 
lover.  Joanna quickly placed her lips on Carolyn's 
vulva, thrusting her tongue now deep into the clenching 
vagina.  Carolyn reached her hands up from the desk up 
and held the back of Joanna's head, trying to thrust it 
within her out-of-control body.  
   Susan George had brought herself quickly to orgasm (no 
patience, that woman!), and had collapsed in the easy 
chair, her small mind teaming with grandiose plots on how 
to possess Carolyn totally, and soon, too!
   Joanna used her educated tongue well.  She was cunning 
in her cunnilingus, and the defenseless Carolyn was 
brought to the brink several times, only to be 
deliberately brought back again.  Finally, even Joanna 
knew that Carolyn could be denied no longer.  Her tongue 
worked the tight clenching walls of Carolyn's vagina as 
the fingers of her right hand flicked Carolyn's clitoris 
just once.
   "YES!" Carolyn cried out in ecstasy as her vagina 
pulsed again and again.  Joanna's tongue lapped up the 
precious juices being spewed forth by the convulsing 
young woman who was caught up in the throes of her long 
denied orgasm.
   
   When Carolyn became aware of her surroundings once 
again, she saw that Ms Pendergast was seated behind her 
desk, with Susan George standing on her left.  
   "Am I… Am I done?" she timidly asked the forbidding 
figure seated before her.
   "Finally awake, are we?" Joanna Pendergast asked.  
"It's about time, too.  Just where do you think you are, 
anyway?"
   "Sorry, ma'am.  I don't really know what happened.  
Must 
have been tired," the embarrassed Carolyn answered.  She 
wasn't sure if she could cover herself up yet or not, so 
she remained as she was, laying naked on the desk, her 
hands and arms at her sides.  She was conscious of a 
wetness coming from her throbbing vagina.  My God! she 
thought.  What's that all about?
   "Is the check-up finished?  Am I all right?"
   "It's okay, Miss Lord.  And, yes, you seem to be quite 
all right."
  "Thank you," she murmured, as she tried to discreetly  
cover herself with her hands.  Being naked like this was 
impossible to endure, just impossible!
   "Ah.  By the way, what did cause…  I mean, why did I…"
   "Oh, that.  It wasn't the chair after all, it was just 
you.  I guess it must have been your time.  Now, please 
get dressed.  I have much to do before the conference and 
don't really have time for this sort of nonsense."
   "Yes, Ms. Pendergast," the confused Carolyn meekly 
said as she wearily pulled herself off of the wide desk.  
Under the glittering eyes of her two superiors, the 
terribly embarrassed Carolyn Lord got dressed, forsaking 
modesty for haste in her desire to quickly leave the 
scene of her latest disaster.
   
   Carolyn left her supervisor's office stunned.  She 
couldn't believe it.  It wasn't possible.
   My God, she thought.  I've just climaxed in my 
clothes!  I've just climaxed in my clothes and for no 
reason!  Then, she did it again, right in the middle of a 
check-up with a medical probe for God's sake.  She had 
never felt so ashamed, not so much for the loss of 
control over her body, especially in front of Ms. 
Pendergast and Susan George, which was bad enough.  But, 
what really bothered her, what really shook her so badly 
she just wanted to lay down and die, was that deep down 
within her very soul she knew that she had enjoyed it.   
What was wrong with me today? she wondered.  What was 
wrong?
   Dead tired, she staggered into the deserted ladies 
room.  The crotch of her slacks was thoroughly soaked 
with her own secretions.  Fortunately, after applying 
several hand towels, the dark material served to almost 
totally mask its damp condition, while the front of her 
jacket kept it all covered anyway.  Of course, to really 
hide the damp spot she had to wear her slacks high on her 
hips again, instead of low.  Strangely, the idea didn't 
bother her as much as it once did.  She understood that 
things were somehow different for her, and did not mind 
the discomfort.  In fact, although she did not recognize 
it in her emotionally spent condition, she did not mind 
the contact of stimulating material on her vulva at all, 
now.
   Her actions with Ms. Pendergast and Susan George kept 
worrying her.  "How could this have happened?" her dazed 
and tired mind kept asking, as she was drying herself 
off.  
When she felt she was finally presentable, she dressed,  
left her stall, and went to one of the sinks.  As she 
carefully washed her hands, she looked longingly at the 
empty couch located against the far wall.  Such a lovely 
couch, she thought.
   In the mirror above the sink, she could see that her 
eyes were barely open.  The clock on the wall had three 
hours until the conference.  Just enough time for a 
decent nap, she thought.  I must do this, otherwise I'll 
never make it.
   She wanted to lock the door to the rest room, but what 
was everyone else supposed to do in the meantime?  "Never 
mind," she thought.  "What could happen in here?" she 
reasoned as she gratefully laid down.  "It's the safest 
place in the building."  
   She wondered briefly if it might be better if she 
undressed first, but decided against it.  "Better not 
press my luck," she thought.
   In a moment, Carolyn was fast asleep.


End Part VII



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