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This is Part 6 in the continuing saga of Miss Carolyn Lord.  Not much sex this
time, but it does set it all up for the searing finale.  Have fun!
LCDRJMC

[lcdrjmc] Subject: NEW:Into the Maelstrom Part 6/10 (F+/F, lite 
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Into the Maelstrom:  Part VI


   Feeling dazed and full of misgivings, Carolyn drove to 
her firm’s offices.  She knew that she was hardly dressed 
for work, let alone anything else for that matter. But, 
she realized that Tamiko was (once again) correct. She 
was so late, and the day so important, that there was 
nothing for it but to carry on as she was and hope she 
wouldn’t embarrass herself or the firm before Tamiko 
arrived with her clothes.  
   Terribly distracted, she almost had three accidents 
before she learned to sit on the very edge of the car 
seat.  It was the only way she could relieve the 
maddening pressure that extra cloth (or whatever it was 
that Tamiko had accidentally placed in the crotch of her 
slacks) was causing.  She was also acutely conscious of 
her firm breasts’ movement within her jacket, the rubbing 
nipples sending constant pinwheels of sensations through 
her already overheated brain whenever she moved.
   She had never felt so exhausted, so completely used 
before now.  And yet, and yet…  Strange as it seemed, 
deep down she had never felt so at peace with herself.  
It was ridiculous.  After one wild party that she 
couldn't even really remember, and a surprising (if 
rather pleasant, now that she thought about it) morning 
spent with her new special friend, Carolyn felt like an 
entirely different woman.  More complete, somehow. 
  Ok, Ok, she thought.  She knew what she did with Tamiko  
this morning was terribly, terribly wrong, and that she 
would now probably burn in Hell forever for it (thanks a 
lot, God!).  But, why, oh why, did it have to feel so 
good to be with her like that?
   She desperately wanted time to work out all of these 
strange new thoughts and impressions, but realized that 
it wasn't going to be possible for a while.  Perhaps 
after work, before she got together with Tamiko this 
evening.  At her apartment she could finally get out of 
this damned suit that was driving her crazy, and into 
some less-stimulating clothes.  Then, following a very 
long nap, she would be able to think clearly again.
   So busy was she with her thoughts that she didn't even 
realized she had already parked in the building's 
basement garage.  
   Sighing, she looked about the mostly deserted garage.  
She saw that only that section of the place belonging to 
her law firm was occupied.
   "Better get a move on," she said, as she gathered her 
brief case from the trunk.
   "Looks like I'm the last to arrive, damn it!" she said 
with feeling after surveying the parking lot one last 
time.
   She proceeded to walk carefully yet swiftly to the 
building's main lobby, trying to keep her annoying breast 
movements to a minimum.  

   Carolyn confidently stepped into the elevator from the 
(thankfully) deserted building's lobby, only 60 minutes 
late.  In the elevator, she pushed the button for the top 
floor and the elevator silently began its long journey to 
the 30th floor.  As usual, she carefully reviewed her 
reflection in the polished metal doors and her confidence 
quickly began to evaporate.
   "Oh, my God!" she muttered.  "What could I have been 
thinking?"
   Tamiko had made everything sound so natural and 
realistic this morning.  All she had to do was go to work 
and Tamiko would bring in her missing clothes.  The 
apartment laundry service was very fast, she had said.  
Her things would be done in just a few hours.  Long 
before her important conference.  Long before anyone 
would even notice the difference.
   Like hell they wouldn't! 
   Carolyn watched her reflection with a sick 
fascination.  For a moment all she could think was: They 
would know, they would know, they would know.  
   She never wore the same outfit two days in a row.  
Worse, it was in fact considerably less than the same 
outfit, and it showed.
   The deeply cut jacket, which usually showed her 
starched, high-neck blouses to advantage, was now showing 
just her!  Coming here without blouse and bra was insane.  
It was painfully obvious to anyone who cared to look that 
she was quite naked under her suit jacket.  And the dress 
codes at the firm were very strict.  She should know, 
since the codes were her idea.
   Carolyn grimly acknowledged the fact that until her 
best and possibly only friend showed up, she would have 
to be especially careful, less she inadvertently expose 
herself in the office.
   The fact that she was also without panties and even 
hose today didn't worry her, as there was no way anyone 
was going to know about that.
   If only she hadn't been so late getting here, she 
thought.  She would have had time to return to her 
apartment first and all would have been well.  She never 
slept over at anyone's place, in spite of the many 
invitations she had received in the past to do so.  What 
happened to her last night that she couldn't even go 
home?
   She simply did not have an answer.
   However, tired as she was, she did remember vividly 
what had happened with Tamiko on the living room couch  
this morning!  Wow!  She blushed at the thought of Tamiko 
and her, both naked on the couch.  
   It was a good thing no one saw us, she thought.  Even 
something innocent like Tamiko comforting her might start 
people talking.
   I know, I know, she thought.  I'll probably burn for 
it.  I know.
   If only thinking wasn't so damn difficult this 
morning.  Her head still felt like it was stuffed with 
cotton, and there was this weird headache behind her left 
eye.  If she didn't know better, she would swear she had 
a hangover.  But Tamiko had assured her repeatedly about 
there being no alcohol in what she was drinking last 
night.  Must be an allergic reaction to something, she 
reasoned.
   Maybe that would also explain why her body felt so 
different this morning.  It was alive!  It was positively 
tingling with sensations.  Her skin felt like it was 
glowing.  Her unencumbered breasts, ceaselessly moving 
when she walked, caused the constantly erect nipples to 
graze the lining of the jacket and send some very non-
working professional-type signals to her nervous system.  
Her pubic area, in almost constant contact with something 
in the crotch seam, was feeling very wet.  She would have 
to find a restroom soon to dry herself off, or she 
seriously risked staining her slacks.
   Looking at her reflection, Carolyn realized that she 
could do something about the slacks right then.  If she 
wore them much, much lower on her hips, her poor crotch 
would be free of this inadvertent yet constant 
stimulation.
   Placing her briefcase on the floor beside her, Carolyn 
reached under the front of her jacket and opened the 
front of her slacks.  She slid down the waistband until 
she was sure the naughty material couldn't bother her  
anymore.
  She lifted up her jacket to see how much skin she would 
be showing.  Oh, my! she thought, laughing.  I look like 
a belly dancer!  
  She stood there, wondering if her still opened slacks 
were not a bit too low when the elevator doors 
unexpectedly began to open.
   "Shit!" she cried.  The elevator had stopped at a 
lower floor and she hadn't even noticed!
   Carolyn just had time to re-fasten her waistband and 
try to assume a casual look when the doors completely 
opened to reveal a young, pimply-faced man wearing a 
messenger uniform.
   "Is this elevator going down?" he inquired.
   "No, it is going up!" snapped Carolyn, ashamed of 
herself for almost being caught undressed by this young 
idiot.
   "Oh.  Guess I'll wait then," he replied good 
naturally, and then stood in front of the opened doors, 
watching her.
   As the doors finally closed, Carolyn saw his eyes drop 
and then enlarge into perfect circles.  The last thing 
Carolyn remembered about him was his jaw dropping open.
   "Now what," she grumbled as she looked into the 
mirrored surface of the doors.
   "Oh, God!"  
   Carolyn saw that she had caught part of her jacket 
front in the waistband of her slacks, which revealed 
perfectly the fact that her zipper was down.  It also 
revealed the fact that her pubic area was totally 
exposed!
   "I'm going home," she said as she straightened her 
jacket and zipped up her slacks.  "I just can't do this."

   The elevator finally stopped at her floor.
   Perhaps the doors will not open this time, Carolyn 
thought hopefully.  And if they do, I'll just stand here 
in a back corner where no one can see me.  Then, to home 
and bed.
   In her agitation at being caught, she forgot about the 
door-close button.
   The doors quietly slid open and Carolyn knew that she 
had immediately been spotted by the firm's receptionist, 
Mrs. Johnson, who was seated at her desk located directly 
in front of the elevators across the room.
   "Hi, Carolyn.  Everyone's been looking for you."
   "Thanks," Carolyn said.  It's not fair, she wailed to 
herself as she weakly waved a hand in greeting.  She 
picked up her briefcase and wearily trudged toward the 
reception desk.
   I'm trapped now, she thought, resigned to her fate.  
All I can do now is prepare for the meeting, and pretend 
to everyone that nothing is wrong with me today.
   Her confidence of the morning had completely 
disappeared.  The episode in the elevator had left her 
feeling strangely defeated, as if she was to meet an 
important challenge today and had already lost.
   As usual, it's my own fault, she thought, as she 
walked past the desk.  Maybe all I should do is just 
accept my fate.  She felt too tired now to do much of 
anything else.
   "Could you help me a moment.  I need that phone 
directory in the red binder on the top shelf and I can't 
leave the desk."
   "Sure, no problem," Carolyn mumbled.  The lazy bitch, 
why can't she get it herself, she wondered.  But, she put 
her case down and went over the tall set of shelves set 
into the wall.  By stretching, she was barely able to 
reach the directory.
   Mrs. Johnson's eye's flashed when Carolyn's jacket 
pulled up, revealing her bare midriff and the top of her 
very low-riding slacks.  Just as she suspected.  The 
haughty Miss Lord was surprising forgetful about clothes 
this morning, underwear in particular.
   "No blouse today?" the receptionist sweetly inquired, 
antenna quivering.
   "I, ah… I spilled some tea on it during the drive 
over," Carolyn replied as she handed the directory to the 
receptionist.  "I dropped the blouse off at the cleaners 
before I came, so it wouldn't become stained.  That's why 
I'm so late."
   She turned and quickly moved to where she left her 
brief case.  Grabbing the handle, she walked toward the 
hallway leading to one of the large administration 
offices.  Sensing Mrs. Johnson's eyes following her, she 
increased her pace across the reception area, hoping to 
avoid any more embarrassing questions concerning her 
appearance, especially about her obviously missing bra.
   "Got your bra too, huh?"
   Damn, thought Carolyn.  Can't I ever get a break?
   "Yes, wouldn't you know."
   "Ooh, that could hurt.  Hope you didn't burn 
yourself."
   "No, no.  It was iced tea.  Have a good day, Mrs. 
Johnson."  And please stay away from me, Carolyn silently 
added as she practically ran from the room, her 
unencumbered breasts gaily dancing on her chest as she 
moved.
   
   As Carolyn left the reception area, Mrs. Johnson's 
fingers began to dance on her inter-office communications 
console.  The fact that something unusual was definitely 
going on with Carolyn Lord today spread through the 
office like wildfire.  Soon every paralegal and secretary 
in to work that day was aware of Carolyn's appearance and 
its implications.  
   Everyone at the firm had always been at least 
reasonably sure of the Friday night activities of Maria 
and her friends.  When word got out that the untouchable 
Carolyn Lord was actually going to escort the new trainee 
Tiffany Goodbody to one, the office betting began as to 
weither or not Carolyn would participate or not, and if 
so, how far could they get her to go.
   And now, here she was, wearing the same suit as the 
day before (which meant she hadn't been back to her 
apartment since leaving work yesterday), and otherwise 
looking positively used.  Even her usual light coating of 
make-up was missing.
   Even better, the usually modestly-dressed Miss Lord 
was positively flaunting her body today by not wearing  
blouse or bra.  Probably not wearing any panties either, 
according to Mrs. Johnson.  It was shocking.  This kind 
of behavior coming from someone who wouldn't hesitate to 
run complaining to the associates and even the partners 
whenever a skirt was too high or a neckline too low, not 
too mention whenever she saw some innocent (and some not- 
so-innocent) flirting with the higher-ups going on.  And 
sexual harassment complaints, oh brother!  She 
established the office procedures, and used them, too.
   Well!  If the high and mighty Carolyn Lord decided she 
could now act the slut, just because it suited her to do 
so, and get away with it, she had another think coming.
  Carolyn’s erstwhile co-workers knew that she must have 
had a very interesting night and couldn’t wait to get all 
the dirt from Maria.  But, even without knowing the 
details, it was obvious to their experienced eyes that 
the virginal Carolyn had finally gotten herself laid (but 
good!), and was in fact still reeling from the effects. 
   The other paralegals of the firm had always been quite 
jealous of Carolyn's competence and obvious high standing 
with the firm's partners and associates.  Her natural 
coolness toward their gestures of friendship only 
aggravated their dislike if not hatred of her.
   Over freely flowing daiquiris late one Friday 
afternoon, a group of the more senior paralegals and 
secretaries decided that what that "stuck-up bitch" 
actually needed was for someone to show her just what her 
place really was at the firm.  All agreed that, with the 
right opportunity, they would be more than willing to 
expose her to the higher-ups for what she really was.  
Just what terrible thing it was that Carolyn Lord was 
suppose to be (other then that she was young, good-
looking and effective at her job) was never really made 
clear, as their table was quite littered with empty 
daiquiris glasses by then.    
   But the need for collective action on their part, to 
be taken against her at some future time, that was 
clearly understood by all.
   And now, it looked like their golden opportunity had 
come at last.
   Even without knowing the details, the office 
collectively realized the normally impeccable, highly 
capable, and very reserved Miss Carolyn Lord was highly 
vulnerable today.  Perhaps now was the perfect time for 
the stuck-up bitch to get a little of the comeuppance she 
had coming to her!
   The Daiquiris Group, picking up allies along the way, 
decided that, since she seemed to be offering her body, 
it was up to them to figure a way of taking it.  Lesbian 
or not, everyone wanted in on it.  They had all been 
fooled by her inflexible act of high morality long 
enough. 

   As she walked to her corner (no mere cubical for her), 
Carolyn could sense the intense activity going on all 
around her.  Even on normal Saturdays it could become 
very busy here, but today everyone seemed absolutely 
frenzied.  Phones were ringing and conversations 
positively buzzed all over the cubicles that divided the 
large administration office.  Must be that today's big 
conference has gotten everyone excited, she thought.
   She knew that it was a very important initial meeting 
with the representatives of a potential client, Littov 
Industries.  If it proved successful, within six months 
the firm could have its biggest client ever.
   It was Carolyn's function to ensure that all was 
prepared for the conference.
   When she reached her normally spotless desk, she found 
it covered with action memoranda and phone message slips.  
Her voice mail indicator was blinking furiously.  She 
decided she had better start dealing with that before the 
machine had a nervous breakdown.
   But, first things first.  She sat at her desk and 
opened the draw which contained her office make-up kit.  
As she put on her face for the day, the troubling events 
of this morning faded into insignificance.  Carolyn was 
back in her element, and she knew there was far too much 
for her to be responsible about to have time to worry 
about anything else.
   She clicked on her voice mail, listening carefully as 
she applied her make-up, stopping to make an occasional 
note as required.  
   She wasn't sure what all the fuss was about.  She had 
organized things so that 90% of the work required for the 
conference was completed as of Friday afternoon.  This 
morning, barring any new significant developments or 
taskings, would be strictly devoted to easy follow-up 
work.  Even the conference room was already prepared, 
with handouts, pads, and a catering service scheduled to 
arrive 60 minutes prior to the guests with drinks and a 
buffet.  Only the presentation system still needed to be 
prepared, and a last minute check for dust and such.
   Her face finished, she allowed herself only one brief 
disapproving glance at the ridiculous cleavage being 
displayed in her vanity mirror before closing it and 
putting her make-up kit back in the drawer. 
   She sighed.  Of all the days for this to happen, she 
thought.  Of all the days…
   "I must put a spare blouse in my make-up drawer," she 
said.  "A spare set of underwear probably wouldn't be a 
bad idea, either."
   She diligently through all of her phone messages, 
being sure to log any taskers that came from the partners 
and associates.  She then started in on her memos and 
phone call slips.  30 minutes later she looked at the 
results.  There were exactly three new action items to be 
taken care of prior to the conference.  The remainder of 
all that mess concerned items which she had already 
completed, and of which she had already informed the 
parties concerned.
   While she was looking for her office bottle of 
aspirin, Carolyn suddenly found herself surrounded by 
people.  Great, she thought.  On the one day I wanted to 
be left alone, here everyone comes.  It seemed that 
everyone in the office wanted to see her about something 
or other.
   Carolyn was so intent on handling this crowd that she 
didn't notice the arrival behind her of the firm's senior 
paralegal and Carolyn's immediate supervisor, Ms. Susan 
George.
   Ms. George had secretly lusted after Carolyn ever 
since the first day she was hired by the firm five years 
ago.  Trouble was, Carolyn had proved so standoffish that 
she never really had a chance at her.  Until now.
   When she learned that Carolyn had finally been talked 
into going to one of those Friday night orgies attended 
by some of the younger members, Susan had bet a 
considerable sum of money that Carolyn would remain aloft 
and not be a participant.  Susan wanted her all for 
herself, after all.
   Now, Susan was furious.  Her gaze down the front of 
Carolyn's jacket told her all she needed to know.  The 
bitch!  She felt betrayed and was burning with thoughts 
of revenge.  After giving Carolyn's exposed breasts one 
last heatfilled glance, she turned and left without a 
sound.  Susan needed to talk with her friends about this.  
She even knew an associate and partner or two who had 
been keeping a not-so-motherly eye on the delectable Miss 
Lord.
   Thus it was that, on this most important of days, two 
independent groups within the firm were implementing 
plans to "get" the unsuspecting Carolyn Lord.

End Part VI



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