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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!

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