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Part 2 of story.

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[lcdrjmc] Subject: NEW:Into the Maelstrom Part 2/? (F+/F, Reluc, Some BDSM,
Hmul) by lcdrjmc@aol.com

Traditional Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction (if it 
wasn't, then someone would be in serious trouble 
somewhere).  It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're 
not--then go away.  It is not intended for sale, but if you'd 
like to pass it around, feel free.  


Into the Maelstrom:  Part II

   Once the door to the restroom was safely closed, 
Carolyn wasted no time in trying to set the lock, but 
to her surprise the door had none.  Damn it!  She knew 
that she was in no condition to find another bathroom, 
so she just had to hope for the best as she started to 
rapidly unbutton her suit jacket.  
   She slipped her jacket off and hung it carefully on a 
hanger located behind the bathroom door.  When she turned 
for the toilet she got a good look at her self in the 
mirror over the sink.
   “Oh my God.  I’m a mess.”  Her once crisp blouse was 
now soaked with sweat, and her hair was practically 
plastered to her head with the stuff.  Hopping about the 
tiny room in her anxiety, she quickly pulled her blouse 
out of the waistband of her slacks and started to 
unbutton that as well.  Her fingers fairly flew over the 
front of her blouse and it soon joined her jacket on 
another hanger on the door.
   In the mirror she saw that her upper body was 
absolutely dripping with sweat (what the hell was the 
matter with her tonight?) and realized that there was 
nothing for it but that the bra had to come off too.
Reaching behind her, she unfastened the retaining strap 
and just let the bra slip off her shoulders and fall to 
the floor.
   “Oh, to hell with it”, she muttered as she slipped 
off her shoes, unfastened her belt and slacks, and pushed 
her slacks hastily to the floor.  She quickly grabbed the 
waistband of her pantyhose and pulled both them and her 
panties completely off.  Almost frantic now, she kicked 
the pile of clothes at her feet into a corner and flew to 
the toilet.  Scrabbling at the lid, she managed to lift 
it and plop her hips down on the seat in one fluid 
motion.  And not a split second too soon, either!
   “Aaahhh,” Carolyn sighed as a torrent of urine pored 
from her bladder into the bowl.  When she was finally 
finished, she went to wipe herself, and discovered to her 
surprise that her pubic area was sopping wet with vaginal 
secretions.  
   As she carefully cleaned herself, she gave the room a 
quick look.  She saw that it was a very small guest 
restroom with space for one or at most two people.  There 
was just a commode, a sink, a full length counter top, 
and some cabinets and drawers beneath it.  
   She reached down for the tangle of clothes she had 
left on the floor and was surprised to find that the 
crotchband on her panties was actually soaked through by 
vaginal fluids!  Now what was she suppose to do?  She 
couldn’t wear them like that.  She certainly couldn’t put 
them in her purse, that was still in the living room 
somewhere.  The idea of keeping her soiled underwear in 
one of her suit jacket pockets didn’t make her very 
happy, either.  She looked in the cabinet under the sink 
and found a small portable hair dryer.  So, she would 
soak the panties in the sink while she cleaned herself.  
   Carolyn washed her hands, then filled the sink with 
warm water.  She took a wash cloth and placed it in the 
sink for a moment, then rung out most of the water from 
it. She placed her panties in next, trying to rub out any 
of her juices from the material before leaving it in the 
sink to soak.
   She then used the damp wash cloth and, starting on her 
face, tried to quickly wipe as much of the sweat off of 
her body as she could under the circumstances.  Looking 
at herself in the mirror, she supposed that she must 
present quite a sight, being completely naked in this 
small, public room.  She thought of wrapping herself in a 
bath towel, but the room only contained hand towels and 
wash cloths.  So, naked she was and, until she finished, 
naked she would remain.  Well, it would just be for a few 
minutes, anyway.
   “Please, God, let no one come in,” she prayed 
reverently as she continued her ablutions.
   After she cleaned herself to her satisfaction of sweat 
and her other more private secretions, she used the hair 
dryer on her blouse and bra, so that at least they 
wouldn’t be damp any more.  She finally pulled the plug 
in the sink, and squeezed as much water out of her 
panties as possible.  She was really hurrying now.  She 
knew that someone could come bursting into the room at 
any moment to use the facilities and that she had not a 
second to loose.
   Impatient to be completed, Carolyn placed the dryer on 
its highest setting.  She dried her light-weight panties 
quickly, playing the hair dryer’s nozzle especially over 
her crotchband, in order to be sure she wouldn’t have 
that squishy feeling between her legs for the remainder 
of the evening.
   Without waiting to turn the dryer off, she placed it 
on the counter and swiftly stepped into her panties.  
Finally, she thought, I can get dressed again as she 
pulled them up her shapely legs.  It was too late that 
she realized that the elastic was much warmer then she 
was used to, and what that might mean for the rest the 
material.  
   The effect of the very hot crotchband on Carolyn’s 
already stimulated body was electric!
   “OOOHHH!” she gasped, when the super-heated material 
came into contact with her surprisingly sensitive vulva. 
Carolyn was staggered by the sensation.  She quickly bent 
over, her breasts dangling freely under her as she placed 
her hands between her tightly pressed thighs, palms 
together, pushing upwards to try and relieve the 
incredible sensations radiating from her poor vagina.
   Behind her, over the blasting of the hair dryer, she 
heard a fast knock and then the bathroom door  opened.  
Oh, no! she thought.  Not now!   Carolyn was unable to 
move or even speak until the storm of sensation she 
accidentally unleashed within her finally quieted down 
some.  For the moment, she was helpless.
   Whoever was behind her didn’t say a word.  The person 
just stood there.
   “Oh, my poor dear.  What on Earth is wrong?” she 
finally heard Tamiko say.  To Carolyn’s relief she heard 
the door quickly closed, but then she felt Tamiko’s hand 
on the center of her back.  Remembering her undressed 
state, she covered her dangling breasts with her crossed 
arms, but she found she still couldn’t straighten up or 
speak.  The feelings coming from her panty-heated vagina 
were still too intense.
   
   After drinking in the sight of Carolyn Lord’s drum-
tight panties stretched over the most perfect set of 
buttocks she had ever seen, Tamiko reached across the 
bent-over woman and picked up the still roaring hair 
dryer.  She knew exactly what had happened to her because 
she (and the others) had been watching the woman through 
a special two-way mirror ever since she came into the 
room.
   “Carolyn,” she called, “Why is this dryer on?  Was 
your hair wet?”
   Carolyn was terribly distressed.  Not only had she 
been caught in this ridiculous circumstance, she had been 
found out using her hostess’s hair dryer on her 
underwear!  
   She could feel her breath coming back and in just a 
moment she would try to...OH MY GOD!    
   Tamiko had pointed the dryer’s nozzle at the strip of 
Carolyn’s panties running between her thighs!
   Carolyn reflexively jerked forward at the first 
shocking blast of hot air on the backs of her thighs, and 
had to use her hands to keep from falling forward.  She 
ended up completely bent over the commode, her arms 
wrapped around the piping located beneath the toilet’s 
tank, her head and shoulders wedged into the narrow space 
between the commode, its tank, and the counter. Her 
breasts lay exposed and pressed tightly against the cool 
toilet seat.  Her panty-covered buttocks were high in the 
air over the toilet behind her, with her legs spread out 
as far as possible because the toilet bowl was now 
between them.  She tried to immediately back out but 
found that the stream of hot air kept driving her 
forward.  Soon, she was wedged in tight.  She couldn’t 
get out!  She was now trapped in front of a strange woman 
with her behind high in the air wearing only her panties!
   It couldn’t get any worse.  
   “Help!  I’m stuck!  Get me out of here!” wailed 
Carolyn.  Then, she felt another blast of hot air upon 
her crotch!  Tamiko must still be holding the dryer and 
Carolyn was right in the way.  She tried desperately to 
escape this inadvertent manipulation of her privates, but 
she couldn’t.  No matter how frantically she moved and 
jerked her hips, it was as if her crotch was always right 
in front of the relentless dryer.
   “The switch must be stuck from being too long at the 
high setting.  It does that sometimes.  It will take me a 
moment to fix it,” Tamiko shouted over the roar of the 
dryer.
   “I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean to leave it on! Turn it 
off!!  Hurry, please!”  Carolyn pleaded.  “It’s driving 
me crazy!!!”
   “Please be patient.  There will be a fire if I can’t 
turn this dryer off.  You shouldn’t have left it on 
High.”
   Tamiko played the super-heated air over Carolyn’s 
vulnerable crotch without mercy, being careful only not 
to burn her helpless victim.  She directed the heat 
continuously over the middle section of the woman’s now 
very warm panties, moving deliberately from front to 
back, waistband to waistband.  After a few moments, she 
noticed that the continuous application of heat was 
having its affect.  The crotchband on Carolyn’s panties 
was now quite wet with her vaginal secretions.  Also, the 
heat had the added affect of expanding the panties’ thin 
bands of elastic.  The loosening elastic, coupled with 
Carolyn’s constant gyrations in trying to escape the 
heat, meant that the woman’s panties were now slowly 
working their way down her hips and buttocks.  
   Great idea, Tamiko thought, as she started to pull on 
the loosened material.  Slowly the panties slipped over 
the smooth flesh, revealing more and more of Carolyn’s 
quivering asscheeks.  Downward they went, until they were 
finally caught mid-way on Carolyn’s wide-splayed thighs.
   Tamiko now played the heat directly on Carolyn’s 
puckered asshole and dripping cunt.
   It took Carolyn a moment in her frantic attempts to 
escape that something was different.  She finally 
realized that her last bit of protective covering was now 
caught on her thighs.  She was now not only trapped but 
also completely naked in front of another woman, with her 
most private places throbbing like crazy and on full 
display.
   “On, no!  It just isn’t fair.” she wailed and 
started to cry.  The sensations radiating from her belly 
quickly sapped her strength.  She quit trying to escape 
and just stayed still, sobbing quietly in her humiliation 
as her vaginal fluids began to run down her inner thighs.  
Her sobs soon changed to unconscious moans as her being 
was consumed by the strange effects the heat was having 
upon her.  
   While still carefully apply the deadly heat, Tamiko 
reached into a drawer and pulled out a long, thin yet 
powerful vibrator.  Teasing the tip over Carolyn’s 
vulnerable pussy lips, she worked it up and down the 
slit.  Getting no reaction, she pressed the tip into the 
tight but well-lubricated passage.  Slowly she pushed it 
further and further. She stopped her penetration of 
Carolyn’s defenseless vagina when the vibrator was in 
half way.  She then gently moved it in and out as she 
continued to play the still roaring hair drier over 
Carolyn’s exposed crotch.
   Carolyn’s vulva was on fire.  She was dimly aware 
that something was going on behind her, but in her dazed, 
befuddled mind she thought that it was only effects of that 
terrible heat.  The blood was rushing to her head and she 
felt herself on the verge of  passing out.  Then, she 
heard a distinct “click” and her vagina exploded!
   “AAAHHHH!” Carolyn screamed, as Tamiko pushed the 
now activated vibrator deep into her steaming crotch.  
Her hips flailed about in their attempt to escape this 
new torment, but with no success.  Tamiko skillfully kept 
working the vibrator deep into Carolyn’s vulnerable 
pussy, yet always being careful to keep her from the 
climax her body so desperately needed.  Finally, her 
shattered mind no longer able to handle the overwhelming 
foreign sensations coming from her vagina, Carolyn 
fainted.
   Tamiko turned off the vibrator, but left it embedded 
deep in Carolyn’s still dripping cunt.  She then turned 
off the roaring hair dryer and returned it to the 
cabinet.  After dropping a few hand towels on the floor 
next to the commode, she motioned to the two-way mirror.  
   The other girls (except for Amber, who was keeping 
Tiffany busy in the kitchen) crowded around the open 
doorway, drinking in the sight of the naked and helpless 
Carolyn, still stuck behind the commode with her ass high 
in the air behind her.  Samantha squeezed into the tiny 
room and helped Tamiko lift the unconscious Carolyn.  
When they had her more or less upright, Tamiko reverently 
pulled on the woman’s panties and with a damp “plop” 
they fell to Carolyn’s feet!  They then laid her on the 
floor beside the commode over the spread towels.  When 
they left, Tamiko gently removed the vibrator from 
Carolyn’s sopping cunt, carefully washed it, and returned 
it to the drawer.  She added the unconscious woman’s 
panties to the pile of Carolyn’s clothing on the floor.  
   She turned to the unconscious woman on the floor 
before her, drinking in the wonderful sight of a very 
naked and helpless Carolyn Lord.  For Tamiko, this was 
the stuff that dreams were made of.  With a faint 
sigh, she covered Carolyn’s lush, firm body with the last 
of the hand towels and settled on the closed commode to 
wait for the woman’s return to consciousness.  
   She looked wistfully at her beautiful victim.  You 
think that was something, you stuck up American bitch, 
Tamiko mused.  You haven’t seen anything yet.  I’m just 
getting warmed up.  She began working on the changes 
required for tonight’s work caused by this unexpected but 
very welcome episode.  It turned out there were hardly 
any changes needed at all.

  The first thing that Carolyn became aware of was that 
she was lying on her back in a room that was spinning 
like crazy.  She had never felt like this before and 
wasn’t really sure what to do about it.  She hadn’t eaten 
yet, so perhaps her blood sugar was low.  Nor was that 
all.  She knew that something wasn’t right, but couldn’t 
decide what it could be.  If only the room would stop 
this weird spinning, she was sure she could make sense of 
it.  
   While she waited for the room to stop, she slowly 
realized that she was delightfully cool and relaxed.  She 
vaguely remembered being very hot and uncomfortable and 
even tense about something earlier, but now she felt 
quite pleasant (except for the spinning, of course).  Her 
clothes didn’t feel tight at all now.  She was content 
just to lie there and wait for everything to settle down.  
Still, there was something about her clothes…
   “Oh my God!” she croaked.  That’s what was wrong.  
She was naked!
   Her eyes snapped open and she found herself lying on 
the floor of a very small bathroom.  She looked down and 
saw that she was (barely) covered with a long hand towel.  
A young oriental girl was seated on the closed commode 
next to her, with a look of concern on her face.
   “Are you all right?” the girl asked kindly.  “You 
had us worried there for a moment.”
   “Tamiko!” Carolyn cried, when she finally remembered 
where she was.  “What happened?”
   She tried to quickly sit up but her head thought 
otherwise and she soon laid back down again, heedless 
that her towel had fallen away and her breasts were now 
uncovered to the gaze of the delighted Tamiko.
   “Oooohh, my poor head,” Carolyn moaned.
   “Here, let me help you,” Tamiko said as she assisted 
the shaky Carolyn to sit up and lean back against the 
bathroom wall.  
   Carolyn saw that her chest was now exposed in front of 
another woman and quickly scrambled with the towel to 
keep herself properly covered.
   Carolyn didn’t protest when Tamiko sat alongside her 
on the crowded floor and placed an arm around her smooth 
shoulders and held the dazed woman close to her.
   “Just remember to take it easy.  You’ve had a bad 
fall.”
   Even in her almost naked condition, Carolyn knew she 
desperately needed someone to care for her right now.  
She needed someone very badly.
   It all became too much for her and, for the first time 
since she was ten, she began to cry.
   “What happened to me?” she sobbed.  “I don’t 
understand.”
  She leaned over the woman, and helped her to stand, 
Tamiko managed to get the sobbing woman to her feet where 
she clung with desperation to Japanese teenager, her 
protective towel now lying forgotten on the floor at her 
feet.
   Carolyn’s beautiful lush body pressed tightly against 
Tamiko’s thin silk robe. Tamiko put a comforting arm 
around the nude Carolyn’s waist, and was careful to press 
herself fully against her whenever the opportunity 
presented itself..  Tamiko knew that this was almost more 
then she could endure.  But, she realized that Carolyn’s 
night of surprises was just beginning, and they all still 
had a long way to go before the end.
   “What happened?” Carolyn  gasped, trying to get her 
emotions under control.
   “You fell and hit your head.  Don’t you feel dizzy?”
   “Yes.”
   “Well then.”
   “But why are my clothes all over the room?”
   “Because you must have taken them off when you came 
in here to use the facilities.  You were saying earlier 
something about being very warm.  Perhaps you were just 
trying to cool off.  Don’t you remember?”
   “But why would I take them all off?”
   “Listen, my precious one.  When I came in to see what 
was taking you so long, you were lying there on the floor 
as you are now, with the hair dryer on high.  I was the 
one who covered you with a towel.  Outside of that, I 
have no idea what you were doing in here.”

  “What...What happened?” Carolyn cried.
   “I think you fainted, so I come in.  Are you all 
right?”
   Carolyn was exhausted, her mind overwhelmed and unable 
to function.  Headless of her nudity, she could only 
cling sobbing to her rescuer.  It was Tamiko who had 
gotten her free of her totally degrading situation.  She 
could never repay her enough for that!
   “Thank you,” she sniffed, trying to regain control 
of herself.  “I don’t know how I...”
   The proud Carolyn dissolved into tears again.  She 
held the delighted Tamiko tightly, not noticing the 
Japanese girl’s small hands moving lovingly over her 
firm, exposed buttocks.  
   “Come on now.  It’s all right.  You’re fine.  No 
harm’s been done,”  said Tamiko as she soothed the 
distressed Carolyn, now freely caressing the woman’s bare 
back.
   When Carolyn’s sobs finally stopped, a grinning Tamiko 
handed her a box of tissues.  “Here, you will be needing 
these, I think.”
   Seeing the young woman’s smile made Carolyn realize 
the ridiculousness of the situation.  Here she was naked 
in a small bathroom.  How stupid it all was!  She was 
very grateful to this young woman for being so helpful 
and understanding of her.  She hardly ever found anyone 
like that.
   “Thank you, Tamiko,” she said, as she smiled back at 
her new friend and accepted the box.  “I believe that 
you’re right.”  She blew her nose and used another 
tissue to clean up her face.
   “That’s the spirit.  Now, sit here and we’ll get you 
cleaned up.”
   Carolyn obediently sat on the closed lid of the toilet 
seat and patiently waited while Tamiko used a damp wash 
cloth on her face to clean off the effects of Carolyn’s 
crying.   It was while she was sitting there that Carolyn 
realized that she was still naked..  She looked about for 
her clothes but when she bent down for her panties, 
Tamiko told her to sit still.
   “We’ll take care of that later.” she said.  “Don’t 
worry about it.”
   So Carolyn sat there primly in the nude on the toilet 
seat, with her hands in her lap, as Tamiko plied her with 
a wash cloth.  Although worried at first when she saw 
that Tamiko was using very hot water on the cloth, 
Carolyn found the effect to be surprisingly refreshing.  
   “I usually put damp towels in the microwave when I 
have company over for dinner.  It is a very old Japanese 
custom and is a great way to start a meal,” Tamiko 
explained as she began to wash Carolyn’s upper chest.
   “Would you care to do that sometime?  Come over for 
dinner, I mean?” Tamiko asked as she gazed in rapture 
between the firm high-set breasts to the downy vee 
nestled between Carolyn’s partially opened thighs.
   Carolyn was touched at this sincere gesture of the 
woman’s friendship.  She was beginning to like Tamiko 
more and more.
   “Why, yes.  I’d love to.  Anytime.”
   “Don’t be so eager,” laughed Tamiko, as she started 
washing Carolyn’s upper breasts.  “You haven’t tasted my 
cooking yet!”
   “Oh, stop.  I’m sure that it’ll be wonderful.”
   As they made plans for their evening to come, Tamiko 
carefully used the wash cloth to wipe over and under each 
of Carolyn’s firm breasts.
   During this pleasant conversation, Carolyn thought 
nothing of Tamiko washing her breasts.  It was so 
pleasing, being cared for like this.  Tamiko had a very 
gentle and caring touch and, in spite of the situation, 
Carolyn found herself relaxing to the touch of this 
accomplished young woman.  When she finally realized what 
was actually happening, Tamiko already finished her chest 
and had moved around to clean her back.
   “Oh, forgot something.  Be right back.” 
   Before the startled Carolyn could say anything, Tamiko 
dropped the wash cloth into Carolyn’s lap, reached down 
for the startled Carolyn’s soiled panties, and, taking 
her pantyhose as well, left the room.
   Poking her head back around the door, Tamiko smiled 
and said pleasantly, “Now, don’t go away!” before she 
vanished again behind the closed door.
   Carolyn actually found she could laugh at that.  
Already feeling better, she picked up Tamiko’s discarded 
wash cloth and continued the job of cleaning herself.  
She avoided her sensitive breasts.  She was amused to 
note her new good friend Tamiko had accidentally induced 
her highly sensitive nipples to an erect state of diamond 
hardness and caused her to become a little breathless in 
the process.  Carolyn methodically worked down her flat 
stomach to her pelvis.  She quickly washed off her 
leaking fluids, thankful that Tamiko hadn’t noticed such 
shameful activity on her part.  She couldn’t understand 
what was causing her to be so wet tonight.  She could see 
that her labia lips were red, swollen and unbelievably 
sensitive.  She could barely touch that area with the 
cloth without causing her heart to race.  She hadn’t 
realized until now just how affected she had been by that 
damned hair dryer.  When she used the wash cloth on her 
behind, she found that that heat had started her leaking 
back there as well.  Oh my God! she thought, and quickly 
used damp toilet paper to clean off the offensive 
secretions coming from her anus.
   Carolyn had worked her way down to her knees when 
Tamiko returned.  Carolyn was delighted to find the young 
woman carrying a tray with two glasses full of ice and a 
picture of Mai Tai.  She suddenly realized that she had 
become very thirsty at that!  Carolyn was also relieved 
although quite embarrassed to see her panties neatly 
folded on the tray.  She noted with some dismay that she 
didn’t see her pantyhose anywhere.
   “OK, now let’s get you dressed.”
   Carolyn was surprised to notice that the inside of her 
panties was covered with a very fine powder.
   “I sprinkled some baby powder that I use on mine when 
I cleaned them,” Tamiko explained when she saw Carolyn’s 
look of consternation.  “It helps to keep down the 
moisture.”
   At the reminder of how so uncontrolled her body had 
been acting this evening, Carolyn blushed deeply and 
turned her head away with embarrassment.  It was so bad 
that even her new friend Tamiko had noticed.  She was so 
ashamed at this further public humiliation that she 
didn’t even notice when Tamiko began helping her get into 
her panties.  At Tamiko’s gentle urging, Carolyn stepped 
into them without thinking and let Tamiko pull them 
slowly up her sculptured legs and over her flaring hips.  
   “Oh!” she gasped involuntarily, as she felt Tamiko 
pull them up much more snugly than Carolyn preferred.  
She looked down and was shocked to realize that Tamiko 
was in the process of getting her dressed!  She could 
sense the woman’s hands on her behind as she carefully 
smoothed out the material (what else could she be doing 
back there?).  The panties had been dragged so high that 
she could feel the lower half of her buttocks were 
exposed.  The panty material had sunk deep into the 
crevasse of her behind.  Even the crotchband was pressed 
tightly against her poor abused pubic area, but the 
powder Tamiko had used felt soothing to her now highly 
tender nether regions.  In any event, she was still 
feeling far too embarrassed to draw attention to herself 
even more by saying anything, let alone attempting to 
adjust them herself while someone was in the room with 
her.  To top it off, she noticed that her modest panties 
were fitting much looser around the waist  then they had 
when she put them on this morning.  She decided that the 
elastic must be giving out.  Damn!  And a brand new pair, 
too.
   Yet, despite her resolve to let Tamiko help her, when 
she saw Tamiko with her bra she covered her breasts.  
This had gone far enough, she thought.  She felt 
perfectly able to dress herself, thank you, and in 
private, please.  But, seeing the expectant and helpful 
look on Tamiko’s face, she resolved that she would do 
anything not to hurt her new friend again.  Besides, new 
friend or not, she was exhausted, light headed, and 
desperately needed to get to her bed.  The sooner she was 
dressed, the sooner she could leave.
   “Let me do that, please,” Carolyn hesitantly asked, 
as she let Tamiko lower her arms to her sides.
   But Tamiko insisted on doing it herself.  Carolyn 
wished the girl would let her do it, because she was 
obviously having trouble with the bra.  She first tried 
it from Carolyn’s front, then went behind the woman and, 
pressing her body tightly against Carolyn’s,  tried it 
with her arms coming around her.  Either way, for some 
reason Carolyn couldn’t understand the bra wouldn’t fit 
correctly.  Worse, her highly sensitive nipples kept 
getting in the way of Tamiko’s hands.  She jumped every 
time Tamiko inadvertently touched them, and she was 
jumping so much that Tamiko had to ask her if there was 
anything wrong.
   “Oh, no. Everything’s fine,” Carolyn gasped, as the 
back of Tamiko’s hand grazed her right nipple yet again.  
They were becoming extremely erect and developing the 
consistency of diamonds.
With a sigh of relief, Carolyn finally felt her breasts 
snug in their cups and the strap firmly fastened behind 
her (Tamiko only fastened one of three hooks).  
   Next came the blouse, slacks, belt (Tamiko left it 
very loose), scarf, and finally her jacket.  
   As she stepped into her shoes, Carolyn looked at 
herself carefully in the mirror.  She looked just as 
crisp and capable as always.  It was, she felt, the 
appearance of someone who is always in control.  
Thankfully, no one could tell by looking at her that 
anything so outrageous happened to her while she was in 
here.  Looking at herself, she herself was finding it 
hard to believe that anything occurred at all.  Only a 
faint but surprisingly persistent tingling in her crotch 
was the only sign that something actually happened.  
That, and her misplaced pantyhose; but, no one will ever 
know about that she knew.
   “Thank you for your hospitality and for your...help.  
But I really must be going.  I don’t feel  very well,”  
Carolyn confessed.
   “But you simply can’t leave now.  I would worry about 
you the rest of the night.  I couldn’t stand not knowing 
whether you got home safely or not.  Let me take you.”
   In her dazed state, Carolyn wondered if Tamiko might 
not be right.  Perhaps she did need someone to be with 
her on the drive home.  Too much had occurred to her this 
evening that she couldn’t even begin to comprehend.   She 
needed some quiet time at her apartment to understand 
what happened to her, and especially try to comprehend 
why her normally very obedient body was so out of control 
tonight.  
   “Besides, you did promise me that you would stay.  
Remember?”
   Oh, damn, Carolyn thought bitterly.  Of all the times 
to obligate herself, she had to pick tonight.  Well, this 
was one of those times when the only option was just to 
make the best of it.
   “Yes, I remember.  Of course I’ll stay”  Carolyn 
found herself looking deeply into the surprisingly 
beautiful black, almond eyes of the girl.  “And thank 
you again, for caring.”
   “It’s what friends are for, you know.”
   “Yes.  That’s very true.  So, how soon after the 
ceremony can we leave?” Carolyn asked, still desperately 
anxious to be on her way home.
   “Not until Tiffany has been completely initiated.  
Shouldn’t be long.  See you in the living room,”  Tamiko 
said over her shoulder as she quickly left Carolyn.
   So, in spite of everything that had happened to her, 
she was still going to be here for the initiation 
ceremony.  She couldn’t believe it.  Her head was 
swimming, she felt very tired, and yet her body had never 
been more alive.  It was positively tingling with 
sensations.  
   Well, if Tamiko wanted her to stay then so be it.  It 
was the least the she could do for all of Tamiko’s 
kindness towards her.  Besides, the way Tamiko has been 
describing it, it should prove of cultural interest if 
nothing else. 

End of Part II



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