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Into the Maelstrom: Part I
Carolyn Lord knew it was going to a bad day the moment Mr. Jonathan Brandon, the senior law partner, walked into her corner cubical at Nine that Friday morning. He was one of the original founders of the law firm where she worked for the last five years as a paralegal secretary.
In his seventies, he spent most of his time wandering around the various offices, talking of old times. He had been quite good in a courtroom in his day, but his court-
room days were long past. Now he was parked in the chair in front of Carolyn's desk, a very bad sign indeed, because that meant her morning was just about shot.
It was obvious that the old man had taken a liking towards her and was always looking for an excuse to be around her. Not that he tried to get "fresh" or anything, she had problems enough with the younger members about things like that. No, Carolyn was sure that Mr. Brandon was far too much a gentleman of the old school to try anything like that, or even think of it for that matter. He just liked to talk to her for extended periods of time and that always played havoc with her well-planned work schedule.
She liked the old gentleman and wouldn't think of hurting his feelings by asking him to leave, even if he wasn't the senior partner. So, as Mr. Brandon droned on, Carolyn put an attentive look on her face and tried to sneak in as much work as possible.
She thought about her main concern for the day, getting ready for a major client conference this Saturday (it figures). Then there was her upcoming evening with Tiffany. She couldn't decide which was going to be worse: being at work on yet another weekend or going to a party with Tiffany.
Carolyn Lord first met the 18-year old Tiffany Goodbody when she appeared as if by magic in front of her desk six weeks ago. Tiffany was part of a freshman job orientation program the firm had arranged with a local college, and Carolyn had been designated as her sponsor.
Carolyn disliked her at first sight. She was everything Carolyn was not. A classic American beauty, outgoing and friendly as anything, undisciplined, and stupid as a rock. If she wasn't a cheerleader, she should have been with her full head of long, golden hair, innocent big blue eyes, button nose, and pert, athletic figure. To cap it off, her family was extremely wealthy.
She was driving a car (16th birthday present) that would have taken Carolyn years to save up for, if ever.
Carolyn Lord was a 30-year old olive-skinned Greek beauty who was from a poor family, with parents who were much older than others of her age group. She had strait blue-black hair, which she carefully maintained at just-
above shoulder length. She had worked herself through legal secretary school, was extremely intelligent, and always maintained an impeccable appearance. She also maintained a very cool if not icy reserve that was very hard for anyone, man or woman, to break through, although many tried. As a paralegal, she was considered by those in the firm to be the best they had ever seen, and quite indispensable.
Tiffany Goodbody, after a few weeks at the firm, began to hang around with another of the paralegals who worked there, a young, full-figured Latin girl named Maria Carmen Lopez.
Carolyn had a problem with Maria. She had been with the firm for only a year, and Carolyn was also her sponsor. From the beginning Maria had gone out of her way to cultivate a friendship with the reserved Carolyn, which, after several months, Carolyn had finally responded to and they spent time together at the occasional weekend lunch and movie. Once Maria told her that she had an unusual group of friends who met every Friday for an evening of "girl-games", and that Carolyn had a standing invitation to join them when ever she wanted.
Carolyn thanked her and, outside of work, tried to avoid the young woman as much as possible from then on.
She wasn't really sure what games Maria was talking about, but Carolyn wanted no part of them, whatever they were.
But now there was Tiffany. She of course couldn't wait to join Maria's group of party animals, and was going in fact to a group "initiation" this Friday. It was a party at an apartment belonging to a Japanese exchange student named Tamiko Suzuki.
But for Carolyn, the maddening thing about it was--
Tiffany didn't want to go alone. She wanted Carolyn to go with her! She told Carolyn that she was really a shy person, and had trouble meeting new people. She needed Carolyn along for support.
Not normally a vindictive woman, Carolyn took pity on the insecure teenager and, against her better judgment, agreed to attend at least an early part of the party with her.
She looked at Mr. Brandon still talking away in front of her, and she sighed.
It was going to be a very long day.
It was 6:30 that Friday evening when a reluctant Carolyn finally arrived with a very nervous Tiffany at the modest-looking apartment complex where they were to spend the evening. Inside the lobby, Carolyn was surprised to see that it really was a very plush affair, complete with health spas, pool, recreation rooms and security.
"Not bad for an exchange student", she thought.
As they were getting permission from the front desk for entry, Carolyn noticed that all the people she saw there passing through the lobby were at most in their 30s and rather expensively dressed. She was also surprised to notice that, despite the heavy lobby traffic going past the front desk, there weren't any men. It was only women. She saw that even the staff, including security, were all women as well. "How strange," she thought.
They quickly gained permission for entry and proceeded up the evaluator to the 10th floor. After walking down the thickly carpeted hallway, they finally came to the door of the apartment. Carolyn, naturally, had to do the knocking.
The door was opened by a short but very attractive young Japanese girl. Carolyn was surprised to find the girl was wearing a very short silk robe and not much else. "We must be early," she thought. "She's not even dressed yet."
"Con Nichi Wa," the girl said, bowing slightly at the waist. "Good evening and welcome. I am Tamiko.
You must be Tiffany and her good friend Carolyn.
We've been waiting for you. Please come in." "Thank you," Carolyn finally said, to cover for Tiffany's nervous silence.
They entered the large apartment to find the party in full swing. It was evidently a theme party of some kind, because everyone seemed to be wearing just very colorful (and brief!) bathing suits. Everyone that is, except Carolyn and Tiffany. Carolyn had gone to Tiffany's dorm directly from her job at the law firm, so she was still in one of her office suits. Tiffany was in her usual tight jeans and pullover.
Carolyn felt ridiculously overdressed. Tiffany had not said a thing about the proper attire. If she had known it was going to be like this, she probably wouldn't have come at all. Well, she would just leave even earlier than she had planned. She gave it an hour, and that's all. She wondered if the scatter-brained Tiffany had known about the bathing suits.
They were soon surrounded by nine semi-dressed young women, all greatly excited about their arrival. After looking at all the bare golden flesh in front of her, Carolyn noticed with grim amusement that, at 30, she was definitely the oldest woman in the room. And, after watching how everyone was dressed (or rather not dressed)
it was clear that she was the only responsible adult as well (although even the oldest girl there didn't look much over 20)! It was just one more thing to thank Tiffany for on Monday.
After introductions had been exchanged, Carolyn found out to her dismay that it was in fact a "pool party",
even though the pool was located in the basement of the building. Carolyn was relieved somewhat to hear that the pool had in fact been reserved for their exclusive use later on that evening, from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m. "At least the party's just some silly excuse for these girls to dress naughty," she thought.
But, pool or no pool, the girls were all quite insistent that bathing suites were obligatory for tonight.
"You mean you really didn't bring anything to wear for tonight?" asked Amber.
"I'm sorry," Carolyn apologized. "I didn't know it was going to be like this. Besides, I may not stay all that long anyway, so please don't worry about me."
"But we told Tiffany all about it!"
"It figures," Carolyn groaned to herself.
"Well, I just forgot, that's all," Tiffany exclaimed, to Carolyn's murderous glare.
Tamiko pushed her way through the crowd to where Carolyn and Tiffany were standing, holding some small bits of brightly colored cloth and string.
"Since you two didn't wear a bathing suit, here are a couple of mine you can use."
"I don't think so," Carolyn haughtily replied, looking down with ill-concealed horror at the terribly revealing two-piece suits Tamiko held up for them to wear. Even if they had been Carolyn's size, which was impossible considering how petite Tamiko was, they were still far too small for her. She always hated the idea of exposing her body to anyone, even in her own modest single piece suit. With Tamiko's, she would be practically naked in front of these strangers. "Not a chance!" she thought.
"Tiffany's the one you want. I'm just a visitor here," Carolyn said brusquely. She wanted no misunderstanding about her desire to be included as little as possible in tonight's events.
Tamiko was terribly offended at her rebuffed hospitality (for the Japanese take their manners very seriously), especially when done in such an open fashion.
"My turn will come, you proud American bitch," she thought with satisfaction. A vision of Carolyn naked on all fours while being pumped in her beautiful ass with a 10-inch dildo flashed through Tamiko's mind. Content with her thoughts of revenge, Tamiko kept her demeanor calm as she turned to Tiffany.
"Tiffany? How about you?" she asked, ever the polite host.
"Gosh, they're really nice, Tamiko," Tiffany gushed with a worried look on her face. "I know it's a pool party. But maybe a little later when we go down there, okay?"
"Sure, honey. Whatever you want. Just remember, this initiation is for you after all and you're going to have to participate eventually."
"I know. And I appreciate being here, really I do," the nervous blond said. "When will we start the initiation?"
"You'll find out," Tamiko replied knowingly, and walked away, still holding up the unused suits. Hiding their disappointment, the girls led their guests into the interior of the well-furnished apartment.
As the party started again, one or another of the girls would offer to get Carolyn any type of drink she wanted, but she always declined. Drinking, she felt, was just another way to loose control and she never liked for that to happen. So, she drank only rarely, and then for church or family functions only. She never drank at parties!
However, Tiffany, Carolyn noted with dismay, was accepting every drink she could get her hands on.
The party soon regained its previous momentum and Carolyn lost Tiffany to her new friends. Left alone, Carolyn wandered about the living room, admiring the exquisite oriental art scattered about. Abruptly, she found herself face to face with a very chagrined looking Tamiko.
Bowing deeply, Tamiko said quietly in her lilting accent, "I came to apologize for my rudeness earlier. It was wrong of me to treat my guests in such a fashion. My clothes were obviously not suitable for a person of your stature."
Carolyn was taken aback by the girl's obvious sincerity. She also realized that her own behavior hadn't been exactly Emily Post either. Here she had come to a party, and managed first thing to insult her hostess. Worse, for Carolyn, was that she hadn't even remembered to bring any food, which was a Greek insult in itself! This girl had succeeded in making her feel very guilty indeed. Now she was obligated to make it up to the poor child in some way.
"No, it was my fault. Really," she said. "Let me help in the kitchen or something. Please."
"No. You might soil that fine suit." Tamiko saw Carolyn blush and look down at the floor upon hearing that. "Good!" Tamiko thought. "Serves her right."
"Besides," Tamiko continued, "the error was truly mine. As a token of my apology, please take this."
Tamiko held out with both hands a frosted-glass filled with ice and a very thick, red liquid.
"You will find it is the just the thing for a hot summer evening."
Carolyn carefully took the glass and wondered how she could ask the obvious question about alcohol content without offending the girl again.
"This is a favorite of my classmates at the school I attended in Japan, before I left for college in America.
My mother always served this during their visits to our home. It is called a Mai Tai."
"Oh, if her mother served it to her school friends, then it must be all right," Carolyn thought. Relieved that she had been able to avoid another mistake, Carolyn carefully put the glass to her lips and tentatively sipped the liquid. It was delicious and very cooling in the warm room. To cap everything off, she could taste no alcohol. The drink was completely safe.
"Why, this is marvelous!"
"Yes, simple but very soothing. It is after all only a mixture of various fruit juices. But, you must drink deeply for the full effect."
To Tamiko's satisfaction, Carolyn eagerly did as she was told. Soon Carolyn was holding an empty glass. She had drained it and hadn't even noticed. The drink was that smooth. The only problem was, she found that she was still thirsty.
"Could I have another, please?"
"I think that can be arranged."
Tamiko brought Carolyn a full pitcher of Mai Tai and then led her to two comfortable chairs located near the kitchenette and away from the party crowd on the other side of the surprisingly spacious living room. There, the two of them talked on into the night, Tamiko being careful to replenish Carolyn's glass whenever it emptied.
After about an hour, the party moved over to where Carolyn and Tamiko were sitting, where Carolyn learned that Tiffany had finally been talked into wearing one of Tamiko's bathing suits.
"The spare suits are in the bathroom," Tamiko directed, with a pointed look at Carolyn.
The embarrassed Carolyn looked away as, with much collective cheering from the other girls, Tiffany left to change in the bathroom. She returned wearing the suit and one of Tamiko's robes she found in the bathroom. Two of the girls, Fawn and Samantha, took her back into the bathroom and, after much shrieking and laughing, returned holding a red-faced Tiffany between them. Tiffany was busily trying to tie her small black bikini bottoms back on while the two girls kept her moving forward by swatting her on the buttocks.
"I just don't see the difference, that's all," Tiffany angrily muttered to Carolyn, to the latter's delight, as she fought with the short strings while constantly having to turn to avoid hands seeking to smack her barely covered bottom. "What's the problem with a robe, anyway!
I can barely keep this suit on."
Tiffany's ordeal ended when she finally got her strings tied. The group then departed with the still muttering Tiffany into the kitchen for a fresh round of drinks. Soon Carolyn could hear Tiffany laughing with the rest.
Carolyn was feeling very mellow by now. She disapproved at the way Tiffany had to display herself in the too-small suit (the girl could just get the bottom strings to knot, and her breasts were practically spilling out of their cups), but found herself enjoying along with the others Tiffany's obvious discomfort.
Besides, she had felt all along that the only thing Tiffany really needed was a good spanking.
The party drifted back across the room, leaving Tamiko and Carolyn alone once more.
After a time, Carolyn discovered that she was having a wonderful time here. Tamiko proved to be an intelligent and highly educated young woman (Carolyn couldn't think of her a mere girl anymore) whose tales of her life in Japan proved quite fascinating. To avoid offending Tamiko again, Carolyn made the sacrifice of drinking whenever Tamiko re-filled her glass. It didn't matter to her really. It was, after all, only an unusually pleasant mix of fruit juices, and she could always work off the calories on Saturday. The strange thing was, no matter how much she drank, she always felt a little thirsty.
Carolyn found herself completely captivated by Tamiko's descriptions of Japanese culture. She had never heard anything like it before, and couldn't hear enough about it now. Tamiko proved to be an excellent guide into this new world, and would patiently explain anything that Carolyn asked her about. The normally aloof Carolyn found herself becoming very appreciative of this young oriental.
As the evening wore on, Tamiko talked of various Japanese dating and marriage customs. To Carolyn's surprise, the exchange student then went on to calmly describe in intimate detail the sex life of a young Japanese woman.
Normally, Carolyn would be horrified at this kind of talk, yet tonight she felt strangely detached about the whole thing. Tamiko made it all seem so normal, as they sat there in a living room full of people while she talked of things that Carolyn would have trouble even thinking about to herself, let alone discuss with another person. Still, she knew that such talk was really not for her. It was only her desire not to once again offend this sincere young woman that kept her seated, and not jump up and leave this apartment immediately. Besides, what Tamiko was telling her, however Carolyn personally felt about it, was obviously of cultural and even religious importance to this young person, so Carolyn, taking another big gulp of her soothing and ever present Mai Tai, was determined not to do anything to cause offense.
"If only she weren't so explicit," Carolyn thought.
It was like being there, watching these terrible things happening. Worse, as Tamiko went remorselessly on and on, Carolyn began to feel as if what the girl was describing was being done to her, personally. Her mind reeled at the verbal images spoken by this calm beautiful Oriental girl sitting in front of her.
As the girl went on from practice to practice, Carolyn could tell it was starting to affect her. Carolyn noticed that the room was becoming increasing warm.
Worse, she was finding her body becoming uncomfortably warm. Her face was becoming flush. Her heart was beating very fast and she was practically panting, her breath had gotten so fast. She could feel the beads of sweat forming on her forehead under her hair line. She was starting to sweat inside her clothes, too. A trickle of moisture was forming between her confined breasts and starting to run down her stomach, while she could feel another one was going down the small of her back. In fact, her clothes were becoming very confining to her.
"How odd," she thought. "This suit had always been such a good fit before." If only she could get out of her office clothes and into something more comfortable, then she would feel much better.
"The Sukmeuki Technique is especially favored in Japan. In it, the woman's nipples are delicately and rhythmically sucked on, like this."
She watched her hostess with what she hoped was a look of only mild astonishment as the girl suddenly pursed her lips into a small rose, with her flattening cheeks indicating a sucking action.
"Oh, my God!" thought Carolyn. "She can't seriously be showing this obscene act to me, could she?"
She wondered how she could change the subject from Japanese arousal techniques (My God!) without offending Tamiko when she felt a faint tingling in her breasts.
The feeling became more and more pronounced, especially at the tips, and therefor increasingly disturbing to her.
The peculiar sensation kept increasing until it soon became quite vibrant. Carolyn was stunned. It was almost as if someone were sucking the rapidly hardening tips of her breasts!
Carolyn looked about her wildly, but there was no one even close to where she and Tamiko were sitting. She quickly folded her arms protectively over her chest, but the now-rhythmic pull on her diamond-hard nipples continued.
Worse, whenever Tamiko's tongue flicked in a slow, deliberate manor over her pursed lips, Carolyn could feel her nipples being bathed in warm liquid.
She could only sit dumbfounded as her nipples continued to inexplicably react to the actions of the young oriental girl seated across from her.
Carolyn knew that it just couldn't be happening. She was sitting fully dressed in a room full of other women (children, really), attending a party. Yet, the way her body was reacting, she might as well have been naked and alone with Tamiko in some bedroom. Carolyn shivered at the thought, although she couldn't understand why such an outrageous idea could affect her in such a way.
As suddenly as they started, the incredible sensations coming from her left nipple ceased. Carolyn sighed with relief and gratefully opened her arms and reached for another drink of her cool and soothing Mai Tai.
She looked up from her drink and saw with dismay that Tamiko was now looking at her right breast.
"Oh, no", Carolyn whispered as Tamiko again pursed her lips and the now-familiar sucking sensation soon engulfed the tip of Carolyn's right breast.
After seemingly ages of continuous torment of her nipples, Tamiko started alternately to look from breast to breast. Carolyn's chest felt as if it was constantly being sucked and licked.
Her whole body was starting to respond to this weird, almost supernatural stimulation. Sweat was breaking out along her hair line and along her upper lip. Her lips felt very dry and she was continuously having to lick them with her tongue.
Carolyn grew to anticipate the stimulation, and she was soon unconsciously bending forward each time she felt the bizarre effect of Tamiko's demonstration as her hardened nipples distended as if by magic.
Tamiko suddenly stopped her demonstration, but if Carolyn noticed she gave no sign. She continued to lean forward as the memory of her tingling breasts remained with her.
Tamiko wondered at the sensuality this cold woman must have buried deep within her. Her remote-stimulus technique rarely had had such an effect on a victim. She couldn't wait to try it on a much more personal area of the proud woman's body -- her cunt!
Now Carolyn felt very warm in her clothes. Everything seems to have shrunk, she thought. Even her underwear felt as if they were all wrong, though she knew everything fitted her perfectly this morning. Her breasts felt as if her bra was a size too small, while her nipples had reached diamond hardness. She tried crossing her arms over her chest to provide some relief, but that just irritated her nipples even more. Her pantyhose had become quite uncomfortable, almost suffocating. The narrow elastic of her panties was also giving her trouble, cutting into her increasingly sensitive skin.
She tried shifting her hips slightly from time to time, but it didn't help. Of greater trouble, because of her constant shifting, the fabric of the chair had worked itself up between her thighs and was now pressing on her most private of places. Now whenever she moved it just made things worse, for when she moved the fabric just pressed in even tighter on her vulva. She could feel it very clearly in spite of all her clothes, and it was becoming very uncomfortable for her. Yet she found it impossible to sit still. She kept crossing and re-
crossing her legs, trying without success to relieve the unusual pressure building in her vagina.
"What's happening to me?" she wondered?
Tamiko saw the effect her talk and the Mai Tais were having on the American bitch as she continued with her verbal seduction of the unsuspecting woman.
In hope of distracting herself from Tamiko's increasingly hypnotic acts, Carolyn looked around for any sign of Tiffany. Across the room, she saw that Tiffany had become quite drunk (the little fool) and had lost the top to her suit. Her breasts now were completely exposed. Fortunately, no one seemed to mind Tiffany's semi-nudity.
Carolyn found to her surprise that she herself wasn't really upset about it, even when she saw that the others were even now in the process of joining Tiffany's exposed condition; but, she knew that it was a sign. It would be soon be time for her to be leaving the party, before things really got out of hand.
"Carolyn, my dear, are you all right?" she asked, placing her right hand on Carolyn's left knee.
At the unaccustomed touched, Carolyn snapped back from her dream-like state. She realized ruefully that Tamiko had been talking to her and all she could think about like some slut was the strange feelings she had been getting in her breasts. My God, I must be losing my mind, she thought.
"What did you say?"
"That technique I just showed you is easily adapted to other areas of the body. For example, the area of the..."
A loud crash sounded from across the room, followed by a loud "Oops!" from an obviously drunk Tiffany. Tamiko stopped taking and turned with an uncharacteristic look of annoyance toward the sound.
Carolyn used the moment to try and rise unsteadily to her feet. She had a sick feeling what Tamiko was going to show her next and the very idea disgusted her completely. She had been polite to this demure Oriental sex maniac long enough.
Now it was time for her to go!
As she began to make her good-byes to Tamiko, she stood up, only to quickly sit back down again.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "What happened? My head feels like it's floating."
"You stood up too fast, silly," Tamiko said as she left her chair to kneel in front of the dazed Carolyn's feet. "You must be more careful. Here, let me help you."
Tamiko placed an arm around Carolyn's waist and helped the shaken woman to slowly stand.
"Now, isn't that better?"
"Yes, thank you. You are a good friend. I am much better now, although I still feel a little light-headed."
"Well, it has gotten very warm in here. That's probably what you are feeling. You'll be fine when you get outside."
"Yes, you're right. But, I really need to use your bathroom before I go."
"Yes, of course. Please come this way."
Tamiko led Carolyn back through the living room past the revelers and to the door of the guest bathroom located at the entrance hall. As they were walking, Carolyn could notice a distinct squishy feeling between her legs. "Oh, my," she thought. "I must have to go even worse that I thought."
"Here you go," said Tamiko when they reached the rest room. "Oh, by the way. We are just about to start Tiffany's initiation. I know it doesn't seem like it, but it truly is a very important occasion and I would be honored if you would stay for it. It shouldn't last more than 20 minutes. We'll begin just as soon as you are done here. Okay?"
At the moment, Carolyn could only think of her bursting bladder. She had long ago lost track on the countless Mai Tai's she had consumed. She would agree to anything to be able to use the toilet. Besides, she had appreciated the time Tamiko had spent with her and wanted to do something in return for the young woman.
"Okay, Tamiko. And thank you very much for inviting me."
Carolyn then dashed into the small bathroom and quickly shut the door, just in case Tamiko had something else she wanted to tell her!