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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 of Story